Too happy to write and too tired to sleep
MY IDOL:: PRAMATH MALIK
Friday, December 26, 2008
lies
worth for
lies for living
lies for killing
truth.
glossless and timid
lies
flawless and vivid
passing time..
no to wonder but to ponder..
captured in shots...
with numerous erratic blots..
my shirt.
dirty smelly and sweaty..
winters
dry lonely and difficult..
money ..
loss!lost!wasted!
breeze..
chilly and sadistic..
faces..
blank pale and strecthed..
clothes ..
damp and cold..
room
sleepy and dark..
thoughts
rotten and timid..
rotten and timid..
shoes
suffocating the travel.
birds..
abandoned
friends..
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