A sunset seen through a reflection on a glass pane,
in the jam, an ambulance siren wails in vain.
A bus full of cubicle dwellers,
behind bars are the illusion dealers.
They painted the walls white inside,
but peace has drowned in boredom's tide.
Faces on billboards flash happy smiles,
but drooping heads is what i see for miles.
Forty percent off on adidas trainers,
one more master ready to chain us.
I cant take it anymore,
they have swallowed the key to my door.....
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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 " :)
2 comments:
good work dude... it's me hareesh
Hi thanks man,
Sorry i am not able to access ur profile.
Hareesh, senior gult?
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