The aroma of desires that brings fragrance to your life
turns to odour when the bitter truths you realize
turns to odour when the bitter truths you realize
Thursday, November 02, 2006
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About Me
- Sreejith P C
- Restless, i prowl the corridors craving for the first spray of rain. An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd, the garb of happiness i feign. In the wave of humanity i long for a touch ,anticipating, all in vain. Withering from the insides, in melancholy i still remain.
3 comments:
loved and lost?
Baby I think thers something wrong with Ur grammar.
kunal, desired and lost...perhaps
lestat, poetic license :)
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