Friday, August 2, 2013

That message in my sunset breeze.


Late in the evening, long after sunset,
That cool breeze comes along with a message.
Loving whispers it carries, and plenty of kisses,
Sweet to the solitary heart in the night's passage.

Novels are written, fantasies explored,
Distance brings romance even out of a crush,
Beauty lies in the imagination,
Mind is your canvas, thoughts - your brush.

Sketching the dream, shading that secret,
Painting perfection, a task always easy in the head.
Reality dawns, come crack of first sunlight,
And then you go back sulking into your bed.


Tired of facing problems for being a woman?
Tired of seeing the women in your life suffering?
Here is a chance to make a small difference,

Pen is mightier than a sword. So lift yours and join us in this movement - RAPE.

Visit this link to know more details about this initiative - 
RAPE : Rise Against Punishable Eccentricity 

1 comment:

  1. No doubts, you play with words. Very nice it is, Pranita.