As the quilt unfolds and Angie slips in to get cozy, Night rolls and dreams get rosy.
Stars ,as always, had tales to sell. And this one did ring the bell:
Stars ,as always, had tales to sell. And this one did ring the bell:
"Crouched in a corner Angie sat with a mind as blank as paper. The zephyr drawing the curtains of oculi.
Zip Zap Zoom came the shooting stars and Hip-hop she started dancing. Crisscrossing each other they formed a hand and gently took her on board. Shipped her from one cloud to another. Journeying with the clouds was a dream come true. Served with ice-creams and candies in bedazzeled trays. A glimpse of earth beneath was like a lady bejeweled with diamonds and gold. Cloud number 9 was her first destination. A sprite welcomes her and directs her to a dressing room. A gamut of white satin gowns hung with assorted accessories in the closet. The line of cindrella-like shoes wasn't short either. Dressed like an Angel She was all set for her final destination: The Moon. The white unicorns stopped at the entrance . The Red carpet rolled open. Angie took her first step on it. The doors open. Fragrance filled breeze. Showering Flowers. Dim moonlight. Winter jingles. Candles. The Adorned table. And and and A silhouette : Quite human.
Zip Zap Zoom came the shooting stars and Hip-hop she started dancing. Crisscrossing each other they formed a hand and gently took her on board. Shipped her from one cloud to another. Journeying with the clouds was a dream come true. Served with ice-creams and candies in bedazzeled trays. A glimpse of earth beneath was like a lady bejeweled with diamonds and gold. Cloud number 9 was her first destination. A sprite welcomes her and directs her to a dressing room. A gamut of white satin gowns hung with assorted accessories in the closet. The line of cindrella-like shoes wasn't short either. Dressed like an Angel She was all set for her final destination: The Moon. The white unicorns stopped at the entrance . The Red carpet rolled open. Angie took her first step on it. The doors open. Fragrance filled breeze. Showering Flowers. Dim moonlight. Winter jingles. Candles. The Adorned table. And and and A silhouette : Quite human.
Is it 'The One'??
Where are the colours to paint this silhouette? Angie's hands go searching for colours and eyes open. Rolled back to reality.
Picture khatam mere dost."



