It's just kind of fresh air I get
Nothing turn here for me
but with new tyre in my old cart , bumpy rides comes with new zeal
& resolution mark the stature of what now I can feel.
Saturday, 31 December 2011
HAPPY NEW YEAR
It's just kind of fresh air I get
Nothing turn here for me
but with new tyre in my old cart , bumpy rides comes with new zeal
& resolution mark the stature of what now I can feel.
AWAKEN SOUL
TOO deep when thought about color of soul,
looked faded black
still shining white it take as parameter
unable to convert in itself it mark it as ideology of saint.
Whole journey looks for awakening of soul but with the
concept of shortest path possible,it is always been a dream.
looked faded black
still shining white it take as parameter
unable to convert in itself it mark it as ideology of saint.
Whole journey looks for awakening of soul but with the
concept of shortest path possible,it is always been a dream.
My dreams
In my shaded dreams...
I'll search for ma real life..
What I may hope to bring there
Not always authorized to go there by me,sometime subconscious senses prevails ma effort
& I become puppet of ma luck.
I'll search for ma real life..
What I may hope to bring there
Not always authorized to go there by me,sometime subconscious senses prevails ma effort
& I become puppet of ma luck.
Beneath silence
Even when I feel short of words,
My thought indicate version of silence,
But still at that moment,
My silence speak more than my words & wait for tide to turn away for me
& volcano erupted after it cannot be blamed.
My thought indicate version of silence,
But still at that moment,
My silence speak more than my words & wait for tide to turn away for me
& volcano erupted after it cannot be blamed.
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