Friday, 25 January 2013


It cuts a throat till it's bleeding the road. A lonely knife has set up to kill some moods. What comes near, What goes far. Lil cup of tea saves me from stinginess. People become so unfair about opulence, either it's good nor bad. A pretty one cries over the corner, I keep thinking to run naked to find a fairness. But my sincerity calls me back to hold on. until it's done and comes to pieces. Little joy, Little joy... come faster, come to me. Though, a heart needs tenderness. A longing feeling is dominated by a Master. An unknown master joins me to sipped my tea. And lots slick talks are filling a good cup. God is listening, God is laughing. He's laughing for our ignorance. And he comes to join our foolishness.

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