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"Take me back to the night again, take me easy, blend me then " I whispered to the mobile phone screen, on which her photo was flaunting, the gorgeous she, well am grateful to google photos, for keeping trains of flashbacks and trails of memories intact and, honks when it's time to recall. Sudden swings of mood, mostly when isolated, which was vigorously chosen by me but not as an option or adapted by choice but rather certainly difficult to determine as a sta
"Take me back to the night again, take me easy, blend me then " I whispered to the mobile phone screen, on which her photo was flaunting, the gorgeous she, well am grateful to google photos, for keeping trains of flashbacks and trails of memories intact and, honks when it's time to recall. Sudden swings of mood, mostly when isolated, which was vigorously chosen by me but not as an option or adapted by choice but rather certainly difficult to determine as a state, is quite normal now. This does not mean being out of normalcy, most of the daytime, I keep on shuffling news channels and online newspapers, spending some time at tea stalls on discussing society and politics, attending online classes and webinars, checking out blogs and sites, these years internet is playing a very vital and valuable role. In my room, on the second floor in my house in salt lake, at the wall situated just opposite to the bed, have a trio frame of Karl Marx, with Kurt Cobain and Jim Morrison by his sides. Above I told you about normalcy, but who, who decides it and categorizes lifestyles? Here trend leads, and tradition let, out of which me and you, no place for those who break out for self, for something new. I have seen many, I look on them, in an envious way, not of hatred, but glued with affection. Why am I still down dense on my faith's fault, of no regret?
a dark trip to nowhere..................................................................................................................................................................................................
a dark trip to nowhere..................................................................................................................................................................................................
This is an expedition of living life through poetry.
This is my mind and soul onto your canvas.
this is the hurting,
the discovering,
the breaking,
the recovering
This is an expedition of living life through poetry.
This is my mind and soul onto your canvas.
this is the hurting,
the discovering,
the breaking,
the recovering
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