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, January 24, 2011
Journey
I limped and lazily loitered Where heart mine shattered I watched my life cluttered Sweet memories strewn scattered I bent picked and gathered Bandaged and bounded in splinters I walked towards land that’s hinter
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