Where silence speaks,words intrigue infinity and thoughts travel light years to invade the mind cells wherein simmers a volcano of ideas and images juggling to burst forth into an intricate filigree of patterns and designs, complex in its simplicity and bizarre in its mundane echoes.
Tuesday, 22 May 2012
Rift
Well, last
summer You did
leave a message For me on
Facebook This day When I leave
one You say
“I’ve lost faith” Do I hear
your foot steps In the
whisper of the wind ? There’s a
fragrance that blows in From a
faraway land
Perhaps it’s
a mistake Coz once you
said “I do not
believe in Divine
ordain”
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