It's me and me alone who looks down on people who go after money. I take helm of the god-like voice within me and end up delivering effective quotes. 'You want to do this in life because people have been seen making money in this field? Is there any other reason?' Many such instant remarks, in my attempt to trap the one in dilemma - one who trusts me - leak out effortlessly. And yet, when I look at my whereabouts as an outsider, I don't find lots of difference.
minutes held together
more faces sink into, finding ways, every other day || races generating inside, not to remember anyway
Friday, July 17, 2015
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Jar
Caught up between her and them
She won't dig up, they won't ask
Everything else a blur
Thought some time will sum it up
She loves time away from us
Always it wasn't a compromise for she
Cried when things didn't turn right but
Fixation-obsessed I protected
A jar we emptied long ago
She won't dig up, they won't ask
Everything else a blur
Thought some time will sum it up
She loves time away from us
Always it wasn't a compromise for she
Cried when things didn't turn right but
Fixation-obsessed I protected
A jar we emptied long ago
Thursday, June 27, 2013
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