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Saturday, February 19, 2011

The Flower In My Hair





The dark, distracted look in his eyes, skillfully disguised by translucent sleep, has me magnetized, hypnotized. Crazy.
He left me no choice but to put a spell on him and tell him stories about my frozen winter nose. So, he let me call him mine for sometime and now. Now.
He does not break in my hands, I tried.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Chewing Gum

Wherever from, your entrances are grand ones and all I can ever do is to celebrate my helpless hurting heart cradled amidst half-trapped breaths.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

My Equinox

Don't remember when
days were divided into
those with worry and those
without.
 
With a choice,
or no way out.