Tuesday, 18 September 2012
I die ....
I die in the day
I die in the night
I die now and then
I die now and then--
Too many deaths--
To sow a seed of life....
For years they have been there--stoically oblivious To the world slipping out of time--caged in the dungeon of Down-shelves in my library...
Kids, I’m sorry to be late in offering you a vacation topic to ponder over. Here it is (Just a few lines for you only in the midst of a bit ...
The pavement borrows romance from dry smile of a dying moon; the night bleeds in unprovoked assault of moments redefining mirth and birt...
Only roses know the best of love And lips know the saddest lies So do I of a weird dream That bleeds but never dies The templ...