I am a sleeping whore,
what wakes me is the sound of snore,
in the pit
of night, through the muscle of slit,
that I galore:
make me whore, more and more!
सोमवार, 8 अक्टूबर 2007
सोमवार, 23 अप्रैल 2007
गुरुवार, 5 अप्रैल 2007
If i could...
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
If I could muster, for you, a few lines of lies,
I could, very well, fly across the vast skies.
If I could muster, for you, a few lines of lies,
I could, very well, fly across the vast skies.
मंगलवार, 20 फ़रवरी 2007
सोमवार, 19 फ़रवरी 2007
मंगलवार, 13 फ़रवरी 2007
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