Echoes

It’s cold today,
and silence echoes through the streets.
Even raindrops are reserved
and respectful.
clear bells, mist, blue eyes.

© Nishant Tharani 2007
13/9/2007

Last Memories

She looked me in the eye,
sad smile, blue sky
clear with hopes of the past.
She was all that I asked.

© Nishant Tharani 2007
12/9/2007

Blue

It’s raining tears again.
Sadness has its chill, I
can’t breathe anymore.

© Nishant Tharani 2007
6/9/2007