I was born on a warm Thursday evening on the 2nd of April.. My mom made sure that I didnt step down on the 1st.. Thank God!
Then.. I continued living...
...in my dreams, in my room, listening to the raindrops, enjoying their light kissing, rocking on a swing, sleeping with open books....
Many people came and went in my life.. Some stayed on. Some made marks.. A ... more »
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Sleep eluded me.
I lay thinking...thinking of
things to come, things which had come...
but no solution for anyone...
Is this bliss?
A hypothetical bliss?
Deep in the night, somewhere, hooted an owl
A signal of evil? A sense of brood?
Only he knows why he cried.
And men in their bed tossing and turning
Trying to fnd solutions.
making it more difficult to solve..
They are in a deep maze now
Trying to come out
But getting deep and deep in the web,
Spunned in evil.
The solutions they seek
Has no questions, no ...