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
Do not
Monday, March 22, 2010
Forsaken
Eyelids squeeze tears to clear vision Heart beats in vain to let lose solitude’s prison Strength stoic fights back to find reason Why did she turned her back and hurt me so brazen???
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