Sunday, November 1, 2009


Another day is running by me,
Without reasons and without smiles,
Life sometimes is a question mark before me,
Without destinations and without aims,
Like the soft branches of breeze getting torn in the thorns of roses,
Ma mind is getting stucked in something,
Where I could not predict the cause,
Ma tears are falling not for something lost,
But the rationale, I do not know,
I am not feeling the sunsets,
I am not aware of the crack of dawn,
Where am i?
Who am i?
This loneliness sneak into my peace..
Making me a crazy creature in the hiding perception of mine…

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