Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Deep down in sad shore…

Darks r cool but breeze has no presence
Jazzy moods seem kicking groovy ness all around
N night seems itself gagged, everywhere, all around

Persons may stand away,
But that doesn’t mean it;
That their remembrances walk out
They stay. Stay forever to destroy all the rosiness
All the good that one has imagined, probably

The damaging rage of inferior mood acts on;
Screaming-in, about everything that passed by
And in the cacophony of thoughts
Is all the creativity diluted
Crying out louder & louder for help…
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