I was in a whole new world of peace & serenity..
In the arms of my perfect man!
Drenching in the first rain of summer..
Kissing each other wildly..!!
Suddenly, it became so dark..
With howling wind & pounding rain..
Felt as if I was slipping out of his hands..
Into the avalanche of life..
When I opened eyes, I was in a very familiar room
With an old oil painting on the wall..
Lying on a faded bed sheet, with an unknown man..
But people call him my HUSBAND..
Life is not perfect.. & you won't get the perfect man..
All these can happen only in a "Perfect Dream"..!
2 comments:
nothing is perfect. some imperfections makes life perfect...
chechi...ur blog is nice....
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