lustful restful eyes
motionless motive lies
weird algorithms of life
saved from blandness, an inner strife
wired and weak, body calls to rebuke
hollow light burdens, heavy delights.
some mystery in long drawn sounds
it isn't there, but you'd like to see
some beauty in sin,
the one within.
desire for immaculate dirt
a winding circular path
saddened by happiness again
it was a pleasure then
it's been ever since.
Anna is gone. He won't call. He'll never call.
2 comments:
nrupuld@gmail.com? Anna stud hai sab se bada.
yes. yes i know. but he won't be reached. he doesn't want to be reached.
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