Friday, November 18, 2005

Euphonious

Hello there. The universe is hymning its galore. Ardent ardour in the capricious soul, of yours truly. Frolicking in the vacuum empire, paradiso of myth. Background of eerily morgue. Wondering wanderer, whispering in the occipital lobe of heavenly nightingale.

Pandemonium vis a vis ejective. Haunting dispossession of supremacy. Scarcity of trust. Entwined with miracles of God given. As I ponder about the sight of blatant yore, quietus of phantasmal chronicle zigzagging, dancing merrily. Belligerati this piece is not. Only, tomorrow, would leads the way.

Dextrous nihilist. A light shining through. Pompous screening white layer. Flickers of ever ever sincerity. I fathomed that dream is a weaving hope, corrugated from warren of permute darkness valley.

And you are the enchanting star of my cosmos.


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Last night my beloved mum came to the office, accompanied by her home cooked meal. As I hold her wrinkled hands to bid good bye, this spectre on yesteryear grabbed my frivolous mind. Rendering my heart, exhausting my soul.

Even though its nothing of much, the was the best dinner ever. Of course when you are a dark hell hungry bunny, even a sprocket would happily fit your stomach. Something I’m used with. A dim light glowing, with a breezy breeze caressing the dark, I sat in silence.



Thank you mama, for the world so sweet. Thank you mama, for the food, I eat.


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Kirana is the name of my future adopted daughter. Pebble eyes, perfect dimple, glowing skin, heavenly beautiful. Live will treat you good, that’s my pledge to you sunshine. Even it means I have to drain my blood, to make you the divine princess, castle in the sky. As I was strolling over with her tucked behind my back, I came across many unknown strangers, with the standard ooooh and aaaaah. Babies, they are said to toil magic.

“Where is the mum?” asked them. Silent prayers. Palpitating pupils. It poured like the flecked rainbow after storms and freezing drizzles.


Look into my eyes and listen to my adore.


She, is in my heart.