Thursday, December 6, 2012



My mind, my thoughts;
How much they are touched?
How many times I am hurt,
How many rotations of my ego;
How many rotations of the earth!
How many signs of insecurity?
How much ruthless treaty!?

So much to lead a life,
On my own device;
Rules scaled down to the bone,
Dreams epitomised to stone,
Rivulets drained…they are gone,
We are all war-torn;
Humanity…awaiting rebirth to reborn!!!

There is calmness after every thunderous storm.


Criticize or laud, because whether it's critique or accolade, I respect and appreciate it.

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