When I said I'll stay, I meant I'll try.
When I flew, I knew, I'll never come by
Music, odours, roses and leaves again.
Prick the soap bubble, or just wait... it'll fall and die.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
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One long year of studying, meeting new people, twisiting the professional self into a new avatar, and if time permits, having fun... in my words.
2 comments:
Tum philosophy bhi karte ho, aur poetry bhi likhte ho...
Term 2 ka takeway poetry mein likhna...
:D
I saw time bleed silently
at my partial destiny
What do i try
When i know it wont come by?
K
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