Monday, March 02, 2015

Creating tomorrow's yesteryears

What I remember most
Is the smile in your eyes
Creating tomorrow’s yesteryears
Who cares about timelines
And paper presentations
When we can go for boat rides
And cave explorations

The world is a giant pond
In the middle of an ocean
Made of dreams and golden temples
We search for shelter
When rain pours into our sleep

From rooftops we watch the morning sun
Rising silhouettes, mountains
We share everything
The blink of an eye
Colourful moments
Remains of a whisper
Hazy memories