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Jan 19 2009

Roses just fly…..

Published by ilashreegoswami under Short Stories Edit This

Innocuous rapes, hungry corpse

Bleached spirits, purple winks

Swelled emotions, lost genuflects

Wet sunshine, pallid petals 

Tired melodies, darkened lights

I am just a crumb of time. The naked love clothes me. Shadows of frozen lips blog me. Mumbling food is my play-land.

Every night I check the existence of ‘ME’ in the mirror. The reflection exists, and so I go to dreamland.

Thoughts are just stimulus of our surroundings. Chaste or stained, I am still ‘ME’.

The Sun should sleep, I want to hear her tinklets.

Robed in moonlight, shall I drink deep from my soul

Images would shape and speak

I should be loving and be making love

I should be clothed and naked

I should be used and misused

I should be ‘ME’.

Happiness whispers, and I am rich

Sorrow summons, and I sleep again.

Laughing tears zoom my Life

‘MY’ Life…..

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