Like a frozen ripple of unused humour in the red-gold slashes of darkening twilight and a circling masterpiece of dank cold autumn crocuses shivering in the summer heat for newfound realities of hungry illusions dissected and thundering simplicity in prussian and again and again and again…
I never meant what I said…
I never said what I meant…
It was just lost in a single breath of stifling stillness to the bruised midday infinity.
7 comments:
me likes this!
I love the bitterness of this.
it doesn't mean anything but...
intense...its like coffee... black minus the sugar... i donno.. i likes
P.
ps. i have BED written on my bed and POT written on the pot
so you admit it. finally. you label your furniture....!
i have lunch box written on my lunch box and geometry box written on my geometru box if that helps...?
hahaha.....yes priyasha....finally you admit it....but the bed and pot were labelled by varun aryaman ghosh.....but toothbrush and toothpaste etc were definitely labelled by you!
Oh...and rajasee...this is a nice one..
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