Old book

How long have I been sitting here? On the floor of my terrace Envying the only balanced thing in my life right now.. ..the weather.. watching where the darkness meet light I sat on a film of dust today..funny.. Normally this would trigger my germophobia Today I have dust all over me Like an old... Continue Reading →

A Cry

Did you hear A cry Wrapped in abstinence Or lets say.. ..Promises.. Breathing hard Clouded by Mundane worldly …Noises… Its tracks Erased Directions.. …lost… It’s hurt.. The cry.. That was never Let out.. It’s sending tremors Shaking earth Smoldering oceans… Shedding clouds Pulling down ..The sky… The cry.. Kneeling..Pleading Urging To be heard Aching.. To... Continue Reading →

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