I am a nomad who wish not to be a nomad. I loiter around my own solitude with eyes wide open towards a guest unexpected. I love with passion and feel the pain with total devotion. My heart is not too far away from a quick smile and a silent tear. I live life like as if... I lost sense of time
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Thursday, October 08, 2009
Your Warmth In My Pyre
Warmth of your lap Is yet not forgotten With rags beneath my neck And thoughts of you in my heart Even pyre feels welcoming…
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