back,
karachi,
sand, sea, wind.
8 hours of travelling,
and aching back,
and memories to show for my trouble.
karachi will never loose its charm for me,
and yet
it gets old nonetheless.
A sad thought,
growing up,
moving on.
its too early in the morning for me to be this depressed...
karachi,
sand, sea, wind.
8 hours of travelling,
and aching back,
and memories to show for my trouble.
karachi will never loose its charm for me,
and yet
it gets old nonetheless.
A sad thought,
growing up,
moving on.
its too early in the morning for me to be this depressed...
-2.jpg)
2 Comments:
to have a place engulfed in such memories and essence--to have a place called home, is a treasure.
'karachi will never loose its charm for me,
and yet
it gets old nonetheless.'
your musing is truth for me, too : )
Post a Comment
<< Home