It’s too long we met
too surplus for the stay
but still, we are on the way
for standing before the sphinx
splash i heard that night
not making me splashier
because i was in a sigh.
too late to the silence,i’m
waiting for you the summer
trails you feedbacks- but -
tributes for your prophecy
regards me in the sag;
You’ve mistaken me the summer
seasons comes and goes
but making mind in ‘the same to’
keep me in your pages of err
puke me in to the season’s strain
yes it was you – the summer
Now, waiting for the summer.
Copyright ©2005 Vinod Ponmanadiyil
{ Wrote this when I was 16 i guess }