A good account of how a choice is made,and thereare no regrets about it.

Thoughts of Words

Slowly I’m dipping into abyss

Made of memories, lies, promises foolish

Remaining afloat is the wish

But, it is these calls that my soul kiss.

The kiss that is wet, that is poisonous

At the same time a matter of hush

So that when I burn in pyre no words rush

Saying a kiss killed me, a kiss alas.

The garden that I sow shall bloom

For weeds there’re no room;

Gardener take care of my pride

But, don’t take a ride of pride.

Because love was all I had given,

Water & care all you have given.

Slowly I’m dipping into abyss

Scattered, lost, disbanded are all my wish.


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