Intersecting lines

I am the night and you the day I am that parallel line to the tangent(you). I am the thought of lazy mind(you), We are together But not close to being together Like circle and secant And those lucky intersecting lines. ©Pooja Mehta

Lost not lost

One day, Moon started searching for light And river for the water So that the flower for the fragnence And the butterflies for the color. Running here and there Flying everywhere Asking everyone They got tired. And one day Butterfly in the bank of the river Sitting on the budding flower noticed the moon in … Continue reading Lost not lost