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Say a few words. ~ Rachel

A search for happiness is nothing but finding a home in a hearts of few so safe..that you cant help but keep trying to stay in. Hope yall still want in.
~Shraddha

In a while,looking at a few old words you wrote once,
some being those, which makes you wonder how you wrote it,
unless you got that ardour , that small drug you were addicted with,that small shelter, that old family. Makes you silent.

In a while, now writing a few words. And that exhilation to share it,ain't the same. And you think about the old time.
Makes you silent again.
~ Manisha.

One day when I get superpowers (ahem), I'd ask you to hold my hands and I would make you see what I see. Feel, How I feel. I would want to have you look at the world, the stars, the moon, the ocean, the way I see them. And in that maelstrom of visions I would get to see the world in your image. Experience this sanctum through your eyes. And then when I write, that would be my greatest work ever. Because It would have been written by all of us and none of us. But I don't have superpowers, so lets make this place, the sanctum in my dream.
~Sharad


Showing posts with label Ayesha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ayesha. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Early morning, Windows speak. Pianos play and the devil dreams. Spins a tale, we all go round. Turning, turning, and I fall down. Early morning, Windows break. Moonlight glistens and bodies stray. Haunting rhythm, broken speech. It all occurs when I feign my sleep. Early morning, Wind blows calm. All for one, but none for all. Nightmares seek, lighting the way. Mirrors are shown, night to day. Early morning, Wind picks up. The sands of time have filled my cup. Once a beggar, always used. Pianos play, possessions and tools.

~Ayesha

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