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, March 22, 2011
Crime And Punishment
Edge of blade seeks the bounty of life Feel of grip on hilt… fingers look at bait Love is a sin… I would love to commit again If you promise to be my punishment inane
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