Tag: friends

It’s the end of time

It’s the end of time I could go on, as beforeWords, or tags can hurt no moreWere they known, or something new?The blows and swings, in constant slew.. I touch my chest to feel the piecesAs night shrinks…the stinging easesWhat can’t break, then slowly…

On creating and destroying impressions

This post should have been called why am I so dumb..But I decided against it. As you may understand later, I am trying to avoid using that word, the d*** word in writing. Let me start at the very beginning: when I was really…

Sing my dreams

      In my dreams I see you all again like yesterday when yesterday was nineteen ninety two We haven’t aged, Tho’ our eyes have changed Our world is torn in two. It could be more, say, three or four? Who knows for sure…

 Inspirational friends, mythical creatures and ID

To start on a high note, it is good to have friends. However, I do not like stretching high notes to breakpoints and I would like to point out that it may not always be good to have ‘some’ friends, especially if they are…

Contrasting lives..

I remember with some fuzziness, the last time I went to a circus. The undercurrent of excitement is only a few layers deeper, but quite a-live and I was very keen on going again. A circus was in our small town for two days!…