Month: May 2012
When words just give up on words,
When they are so isolated that they make noise in your head,
They clammer to be made note of…
When thoughts are so impressed on mind, that they are easily forgotten,
When the action inside leaves you paralysed on the outside…
When you prepare to start at the end,
When pain is the ecstasy you aspire…
When as a child, the only shape you could recognize was a circle,
When the only shape you could give to your dreams was the circle, so vicious!
When the genesis of evil is found in the good,
When you die and are born a million times but still feel human,
And when there are only highways to breakdown on…
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