Thursday, November 28, 2013

Early Scribble


Hello empty space
It's time to chase my old phase 
Muted by the happiness, sealed behind its shadow 
My mind overcome my hand, speechless within row to row 
The view of dismantled smoke 
The sound of soul's strokes 
Caressing my very morning 
Tempting every silence which almost abating 
Chewing inspiration which almost dried 
Try to find my old stride 
Jealous to see the rich mind 
But crawl from the bottom, I take my own sign 
Now say hello to the new lines 
The alter bridge of my confines 
Today still I write in dimly lit 
But this time I choose for not hiding it

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