I learnt from Anil's poem
"My shoulders are your shelter, and my heart be your home."
How Sweet.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
MAGIC TAPE
It is something that I like.
Magic Tape.
Something about it that reminds me of something I like.
Magic Tape.
Something about it that reminds me of something I like.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
pause with me
How does it feel like.. to be part of a lost dream?
These ghostly fragments haunting you daily.
They gnaw at your heartbeat, slowing and accelerating it at their whim.
Oh, am I defenseless in all of these?
Or had I been too fixated at a pinprick of hope that can only linger?
I am so, very uncertain.
It is true,
the change manifest in this portrait of mine has
Given form to a wail,
Why do I continue to wait in vain?
For an answer that cannot decide?
I toss those days like pages of a scrapbook,
And eavesdrop on the voices of joy
If beauty could only last this second,
Would you wait for me again?
These ghostly fragments haunting you daily.
They gnaw at your heartbeat, slowing and accelerating it at their whim.
Oh, am I defenseless in all of these?
Or had I been too fixated at a pinprick of hope that can only linger?
I am so, very uncertain.
It is true,
the change manifest in this portrait of mine has
Given form to a wail,
Why do I continue to wait in vain?
For an answer that cannot decide?
I toss those days like pages of a scrapbook,
And eavesdrop on the voices of joy
If beauty could only last this second,
Would you wait for me again?
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