thought

That perfect chisel of yours

That beauty of bones so defined

That angelic stature swivelling across

Making me go weak in the knee

Oh dear! Earth wasn’t meant for you

                                                    smrii

thought

I am on  an age where i have a fine understanding of the trivialities of your character and jolly accept people like you like the way they are.

but....

I am also on an age where i am too absorbed on my own centralities that i wouldn't want to waste my time understanding your trivialities and treading along

                                                                                                            

Smrii