Intentional resentments and lovely blames is what I cherish now,
Exhausted glances turned the rainbow dark, but I crawled.
Pathless boat tearing apart the colossal tides, such a beautiful irony it is,
I will crash someday with an island, warmed with your memories.
A homeless Lama looking for Nirvana was born.
Slipped from the canyon, his fancies tottered.
Love was Nirvana and I was the Lama.
Neither the sun shone again nor my house got painted,
Guitar never felt the fingers, Records never got played…
I tried, I cried… I ran, I screamed.
Maybe my memories were ample and yours were few
This might explain why the scream was whisper to you…..
Why and How are you this awesome-sauce-Awesome Abhishek Sahu! this is the 10th time I read it! and am in love with it! you rock as I say always! keep writing love! :D
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