My Blunt Existence

The rhythm of my hand goes well with the drops of ink and with words floating in my brain. I do not have highfalutin words to speak of, instead, the way of my emotions and the labyrinth that my soul’s going through are the ones obliging me to put the significance of other’s life into scriptures.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Keeper of My Dreams

When you're not here to share my days and nights My life is so incomplete For you are my heart, my soul The ‘oneness’ I had known to seek  Without you I merely exist from day to day With you I know that I will find All that I have been searching for My completeness, my eternal peace of mind You are the keeper of my dreams The one who holds my heart with both hands The one I want to spend my life with The one with whom I...

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