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
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Happy Birthday To Me
My mom must have reminisced the moment I was born I stepped in this world from her womb torn I remember her not but long for love of someone else How selfish and cruel I have grown ever since???
… I am embarrassed to say that it’s my birthday to day… and she cared not to remember…
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