It is time without weariness you can just cross the threshold: they say it doesn’t hurt. I think it hurts terribly to depart from this half-dream !
A dark cloud drifts by– then happy sunshine comes my love forgets.
A desire, hunger, I let off in this sunshine to roam in the air.
Remember in an idle day, I will be there in a gust of wind. Thousand years hence, I will be there in the torn line of a song you will listen to. I will be there, my dear in the fading light of the day.
I will tiptoe down on your dream. A mad wind will howl around you, you will be too close to the soul of the night.
I am interested in literature, music and philosophy. Actually i am bent on keeping myself updated on all sorts subjects so that I can put my fingers on the pulsating life.I like to talk with like-minded . life is too short and too long. I am now a writer-completed and working on several literary works and a fiction.
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