Mary Binu

Rookie (11/ 11/ 1987 / chennai)

Time That Heals

Cold numb sensation running through the veins,
Piercing tender touch of nomadic winds
Felling-less pulsating rhythm,
Cunning pain creeping in my soul
You think there are hands to catch you
When you fall into the pinnacle of abyss,
No-one, no-more, exalting tantrums - please
Gaiety of foolishness, caught in the sea of dust.
Slow synchronic passage of time,

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