The four horsemen that never arrived,
on a day we never sighed.
The torture of silence,
an unseen fence,
cool hips that never hop,
flowing,forgetting to stop..
sinking into conversation,
shaking off isolation,
a peppy beat, a rhythm serious
controlled delirium.
A maze being built,
the unsettling silt,feeling the hilt.
curious exploration and the confirmation,
the taste left a lasting satisfaction
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This blog will just be filled up by words i scribble from time to time. I usually write on paper napkins,newspaper clippings, back pages of novels etc. So i thought maybe its nice to keep em in some place more permanent. There is absolutely no meaning to what i write, its just an attempt to put into words, the images i see from time to time. Like they say on the Rizla, 10 paper alert :" It is what you make of it " :)
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- Nithin Kasmikandy
- This blog will just be filled up by words i scribble from time to time. I usually write on paper napkins,newspaper clippings, back pages of novels etc. So i thought maybe its nice to keep em in some place more permanent. There is absolutely no meaning to what i write, its just an attempt to put into words, the images i see from time to time. Like they say on the Rizla, 10 paper alert :" It is what you make of it " :)
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