Somedays there are no snowfall on my window ..
somedays there are no mistletoes on my doorsteps ..
Its just fortitude and that longing ..
I Bind to those long lost days much too tightly ..
And those faded images of you linger in the closed corridors of my mind ..
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Holding on to old times ..
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Friday, April 27, 2007
Eyes so Deep
And an island in your heart
I sailed all day and dreamt all night
Only to find a barren soul
I will never look into those eyes again
I will never look into those eyes again
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Three Unfaithful Wives
Three unfaithful wives of mine
Always cuddle me when Iam on wine
Know not where they stay
Not near, but not so far away .
Every morning they love me endlessly
Stays through the whole evening with glee
But every night they disapper
Until In the morning, their knock I hear
Let me tell you who they are ...
One is pain, that leaves the scar
The other Jealosy, the one who feigns
And the third, Anger, the one who reigns.
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6:55 AM
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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Everybody Falls
Winding roads leading to dizzying heights
Addicted to success and effortless victories
Havent you too like everyone else around
Believed in the immortal you ?
Guiltless pleasure
Limitless love
Life seemed to be your slave
Trapped in a stalemate between destiny and real
Narrow lines of fortune
Twist like worms in warm puddle ..
Wriggle out from your hands into the darkness of the uncertain
Changing fate and future for good ..
Never Did you dream ..when everything seemed so easy
that life would take a dirty highland road turn
Didnt you know Dear ...
Everybody falls .. Everybody.
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7:21 AM
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"Florentino is so in love with Fermina that he eats gardenias and drinks cologne so that he can know her taste. He becomes drunk on the cologne, and his mother finds him the next morning, in a puddle of his vomit, in a cove of the bay where drowning victims are known to wash ashore" - Love in the time of Cholera
