You roar like a valved sheath
I stare like an empty street
The whirlpool of fervor holds me by…
I cry in silent tears
Your thoughts, I am sorry they are not clear
Overwhelmed with emotions I am tonight…
It feels I weren’t sane ever
Inclined towards deprivation of my Dexterity…
I never knew about this phenomenal writer in you Monica...!!! Lady buddha....the serenity and depth is well evident in your writing. Keep up the good work!! I loved every bit of it!
ReplyDeleteThanx a bunch Mrig :o), hahaha...'lady buddha'
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ReplyDelete"You stared like an empty street so I roar like a valved sheath, I wonder what held you back.
ReplyDeleteThose tears I saw but the silence was unclear. I was sane but since then insanity became dearer."
Could be the other side of the story...