Friday, March 29, 2013


I clicked the below photo in a winter evening while in Crewe UK

Your character is not in your eyes,
You can fake all the time,
And take away the shine;
The fool resides inside me,
Hell bound…lost is mine.

Blustery days of fiction,
Irrational fear;
Side long glances,
Silhouette of your hair,
Restless night;
Blinding hallucinations!?
I learned few lessons.

You can settle for more,
Your manuscript cannot ignore a life;
In the distant land the sun still rise,
My darkness is moonless night,
There is a new dawn and there will be light,
Another moment and another fight!

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