For my friend
Like you I am also in solitude
Sometime I do hate your vast expressionism only sometime,
The magic of that elaboration is always fascinating, only I like that when you are saying about the death, sorrow, desperation and that all will perched along here over these soggy ambience .I can’t call you as my friend but you are rather a philosopher than romantic.
“It had been another shadow cast over his own shadow ever since the night he awoke, shaken by a bad dream and realize that death is not only a permanent probability ,as he had always believed ,but an immediate reality ……(love at the time of cholera_marques).
Death, you always said it’s like a dark cloud and smells like an icy warehouse.
You told me it has got a color,
And you like violet color!!! Most
Its not an end its only a beginning of rare imaginations of our soul
Near that library hall you told me about your dreams, childhood fantasies, your first kiss and about hail storms in your nights..
About you!!!!
I was far away from your world..
Now I am looking for you everywhere
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