just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Monday, January 19, 2009
yet again one is a nobody
living just to live
eating just to survive
moving on to a no mans custody
breathing heavily
tired of walking
there is a road leading to somewhere
not anywhere that one knows
the newness of things
the unfamiliar yet known atmosphere
the kind sympathetic unwanted response
n the irritating sweetness
theres a lot to learn
on this way one has to tread
being silent n calm
even when the waters roar to submerge everything existing..
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