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Not so young Fashion Graduate From National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT), Delhi, India. Aspiring journalist. Amongst other eclectic hobbies, she likes writing and has written several poems and articles over her school and college life and now for a living. She would someday like to be be a more popular writer than just on her blogs. 'Tis a lady of grand splendor, who waketh in my bed every morning while the sun beckons her towards night...

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Autumn leaves (yellow)

It’s time for us to cross-over again, 

Walk the bridge that takes us, 

from this warm bank, 

To the other.

Time for us to reflect, 

Time to shed the gains, 

That the rains brought us.

And wait for the worms to come to us,

As our children carry us away.

Burial at sea,

Beneath an epitaph,

On a tower of silence,

Or just a gift to the flames.

And time for all the greens,

To ignite their fragile selves,

And leave the residue behind,


stupendous man(on the last minute way to submitting my design journal)

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