Wednesday, October 28, 2009 by Indrajit
silenced the screaming mind within,
I knew it was an Encore,
of a promise you made me then.
Every winter a silent blue,
ever since a Spring Maiden's left,
'diamonds' once the eyes that hold,
Icicles they turned - gray and cold.
Promised you once amidst the haze,,
before you slept one last time -
To visit me on such winters harsh,
& place one lost 'diamond' that's mine.