Tuesday, September 29, 2009

When I walked through the road
that bound not end,
That cast me the shadow of me in them
On the sides when the beetles creaked its sounds
And when no breeze blew to sway my hair,
The yellowy light that to and fro-d
The calmness of the night
that walked me through
A little thought into the minds avenue
Of the days passed through the busy ends
Of life and myth and many more mysteries to unfurl
Like the beats of the table I hear away
Life takes its beat in its plaintive way...

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Like a dampening sponge of heaviness,
The moments I thought of drenched through
So I decided to be silent like a dead storm
My silence does not mean that I do not exist…

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