Wednesday, April 29, 2009

desire to move out ( this is not apt title but...)

The only face I see at room is mine,
When I reach mirror lost its shine;
Sometimes I feel to break solitude & talk,
Mark step on road with love as I walk;
Not with the loneliness and the only star,
But with warmth near, never to again go far…

-Tushar

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