Sunday, June 6, 2010

My Maniac and I!

and if it comes to the rain, just be glad...
because so many ...
because so few...
because so ....
it happens!..

The ghosts who broke their heart before they met each other, lingered in their mind, their pictures perfectly framed in black ebony wood, maybe ..
they were sorry, their sorries stayed.

4 comments:

The Sage said...

"their sorries stayed..."

awesome!!!

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Pratyush said...

The worst thing one can do to a poet is ask for an explanation.

The worst thing one can do to a reader is write something devoid of meaning.

It's a mexican standoff.

One has to shoot first, or put back the safety in good faith.

So, what's it going to be?

imperfect said...

@ The sage - :)

@ Anonymous - ....... ....... do I know you?

@ Pratyush - Much said. Much thanks :)