Noisy places soothens my bumps
The smile of the girl, the chats of the unknowns
I wonder like a tree sipping my coffee
How strange are these emotional swings
Carving out your faces in strangers
I get the nose, the eyes; the smile but not the Nile
Which wets my fears & quenches my fires
Which burn me in thoughts teaching me what we call desires
I miss you all though I feel free
With your wishes & dream in me
I decide to run on my chosen track
Not hate nor pain; but simply love alone
O Lord! give them the strength to live
And the lives they ought to choose
The light should be bright yet coloured
In this prison of life, let them taste the freedom
(After a long time and here in Jamshedpur for the first time, I had my Iced Eskimo (with 2 Vanilla scoops). Though I was alone, I imagined my lovely ones to be around. I missed them but I didn't cry :). Just asked for a pen and passed my thoughts to the tissue )
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My dear friend.. just you could go too deep and recognize my self. I just know one other person who can read other's souls like you do. Love ya.
I will be back :)
just waiting :) ...
do u write all this? you were always brilliant writing Viky :)
I just wanted to 'immitate' you (my pic's clear enough) in some way...I've always liked your blog...and it was sad to know the almost 'Demise of your book'...I so wanted to be in it damn it :).....Michael learns to cry.
imitate* :P
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