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Wednesday 7 November 2012

No Random Thoughts


I have forgotten
everything about you.
But –
I remember it too well.
*******
Love is more an aftermath
than an event.
     ********
You are too vacant in me -
Sometimes, I lose the space within

     *******
I have died long ago
In the cradle of your smile

        *******
Death has a style.
Due to various misperceptions
We, conventionally,

Call it Life.

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