Open-ended roads, long highways, and
memorable bike rides....
...and yet, I am still waiting of that
one bike ride on my favourite red Pulsar
wonder when that day will come! ;)
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
Mirage of thoughts....
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A poem dedicated to kids of narcissistic parents** They call it love, they call it care, But in their grip, you gasp for air. A silen... -
In shadows deep where echoes hide, A heart beats soft, its pain denied. Unseen, unheard, the tears do fall, A silent cry, a muted call. ... -
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In the caverns of the heart, where shadows dance, Lies the echo of a past, a wounded trance. Inner childhood wounds, silent and deep, Whis...