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
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Mournful Melodies
When virtues turn vicious Sin offers silent solace If love makes one languish Hate feels heart warming Fires of betrayal subsides one day Embers of passion radiate warmth Hands that drenched in blood Reach eyes to wipe tears I find myself torn in the middle She is leisurely playing her fiddle
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