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Thoughts;
and to feel what cannot find words.
Feelings;
with no sense of expression,
not even a whisper.
How shall I narrate you my love
when I cannot even impart knowledge
of your existence?
Their timeless notions of life
and everything that cannot be undone.
Their simple days
and everything in between
that I loathed much so
that I’ve become them.
Sailing in vacuum of space
and watching rainbow colours of
what I am in this very moment.
No, I cannot fathom your resentment.
All I have is my fear
whose hand I am yet to grab again
as I have fallen.
And I am waiting to be undone.


17th October 2010