With each shortest move
of the clock's hand,
I feel like an old radio
whose knob is turning
anti-clockwise. :)
of the clock's hand,
I feel like an old radio
whose knob is turning
anti-clockwise. :)
Annihilate ecstasy, let go the pleasure , relieve yourself from satisfaction and suffer the power sans joy. A dark caress.Gloomy arch.Seductive hiss. An Experia!!
4 comments:
i can surely see this poet grwing leaps ...
great insights that i cannot even dare think of!
sarcasm ? :)
nd plz don't call me a poet! I have left poetry long ago.
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