The pain
So deep
So wide
So long
It does not hurt anymore
The pain is me.
A wounded word
A sleeping sentence
It does not speak anymore.
My voice is lost...
You have raped it.
I wonder-
Can you give it back to me?
Will you ever?
Can I feel hurt once again?
Can I speak?
Give back what belongs to me...
Will you ever?
The clusters of joy as they cling to each other,the innocence of the blue that hints of the spring that's on its way....University Flower Show,2007
The Angels and The Demons craze....try turning it the other way round!!never got to figure out though how to create an ambigram!!:(
Faith still burns on....and burns together....the flicker of collective hope that we saw burning at the Buddhist Monastery at the Kashmiri Gate,Delhi.
Coffee and intellectualism???....the lines come fast though when you have the capuccino steaming in your hand...!
this one's ur best composition,my fav!y din u submit ur work to Postscript?
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