Wednesday, September 10, 2008

I wrote another poem today. This was the eighth one that traces itself back to you. You inspired all of these at least, if not many more. You have read some of them and some of them would be completely new to you, that is - if you ever wish to read those.

I have so many questions. I have so many answers. No question matches the answers. No answer matches the questions.

It's all breaking. It's all shattering. It's all melting down.

Life is irreparably damaged.

Would you like to have some evening tea?


Mathur R. said...


Sid said...

When you have all the answers, some of your questions might be taken away... so let it remain unanswered whatever it does mean.
I know the concerned one would get it lest 'the one' reads it.


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