and many days later
when i woke from that ephemeral sleep
the winds were stale, the clouds dark
in my heart a sadness deep
those days gone by
in concious sublime
now the painfull return
in their world not mine
sitting in this same small room
smoking the days last joint
wondering how true they said
time goes in circles round
each hour brings forth with it
nothing but the old times around
this stream seldom ceases
to play as it likes
i refused to believe
just closed my eyes
and many days later
when i woke from that ephemeral sleep
the winds were stale
the clouds dark
in my heart a sadness deep
Friday, May 11, 2007
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dimri yaar ..it was a stunner....well entrenched in complete silence of planitiveness...and exuding the vibes of a forlorn self!!!!!!!brilliant yaar
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