Sunday, 29 November 2009

Monday, 16 November 2009

Torn

I struggled vainly to uncover what was once written in the wood pulp.. Although time hid it from its memories, I will not forget that I rudely peeled for a distant echo..within... And it shall grow beyond my eyes for its branches give tremor to all they sustain!


They were a part of us!..

Wondrous lights at nightfall




 

Inert Spheres






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