I do not know the star position of the moment I thought of creating myself a blog. Whatever, at the back of my mind there must have been a feel for the need of a vent, a vent to my poetic diction.This feel, rather want, was being continuously suppressed by me for long . Again I say, I do not know how the mistle outmiffed to be a hale hailstorm.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Look!
Shrieks or silent weeps, Shadows light or bright, Leaps or if she sneaks, Humming or a lady dynamite, Jaggery or an orange sour, Hide-seek or a green kite, May she negate or be noticer, Look! She assists or pedals fight?
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