Saw the waves calling
Wind touched my hair invitingly
A small illusion, counterfeit love, spurious emotions all devoid me from sailing...
Alas!! How long should I wait..
Shackles are broken... Anchor has dripped down the ocean..
Steering lost his sheen, raft got tore
I am back... from the spurious emotions
Back into my blogs lap
Back to my howling days....
The Sail have begun... not to turn back to shore