Rama Lekshman
Holding the mullion of the window, dallying with the cold mind, trying to ignite the breathe, shadow of smartness, collecting the detritus of mind, writing only the invisible lines, shaking hand with the sweating, staring at the red dots, eyes have vanished, now dots are seeing me, incising the pain from the squeezed mind, need decisive to face the faze, i am not god, but god may be me.
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7/4/2011 6:38
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Intriguing.
26/4/2009 12:38
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Mother wit! Impressive.