(1991)
"Her bloodstained lips trembled, lucky #breath to kiss her tender;
Her face rests on a step, flesh on stone, warmth on cold-
The rivulet of tears trickled till they dropped on her heaving bosom,
The unfelt cold, for her heart seemed afire with passions too fiery."
#vss365
(1999)
Trust these words no more,
my dear. Without you,
merely to kill time,
strangely I decay.
Alone
with sense of reflections
that is marred by #breath,
wishing it were not so
but then, there is nothing.
#vss365
(Let me not do postmortem on that decade.)
from
https://discardedthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2009/07/his-story-searching-and-finding-1991.html
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