A lot many things haunt you,
That unpaid sweet, that spiral staircase,
That truck wheel, that blast,
That ticks.
And they leave behind,
two things :- tears and fears.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
She flew away like a butterfly
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011

Autumn leaves, my darling,
Make their own way,
Whatever you say.
They don't really know,
The little wood in the snow,
Has sent them afar in the blow,
And they'll make their way,
Whatever you say,
You can't really throw them away.
Days before,
You were searching for the Poles.
And now,
You are fighting for the tools,
To fix your posts with rules,
The signposts for the Losts.
Autumn leaves,
How do you make your way
When they are whirling around their posts?
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Dad.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
William Blake - an embodiment of my salvation
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