its making me cry
how memories those held me once,
are leaving their traces one by one,
ppl do stay, times but run away;
y m i left here ,
with muted whisperings,
no meaning,
but aimless sounds,
makes me bound,
to un-attached,weavering strings;
ALAS!,
i wrap my heart again ,
so this ache may not awake
once again
those running haze,
i am controlling back helplessly!!
hiramalik
my PICTURE!!:)
2 comments:
wow!!
its amazing!
the prose and the photograph!!
thankuuu
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