Friday, December 18, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Grudges disappear between the best of friends.
Like the morning mist,without traces.
Like the drop of water,lost in the lake.
Like the pinch of salt,dissolved in the sea.
Could the dark clouds block out the rays of the sun,forever?
Unnodu naan kanda bandham,
Mannodu malai konda sondham.
Adi eeram minjum.