For men may come and men may go...
At 16, Wondering what I was going to be, If any of the growing up was still left to do. Trying to have my own love story, Which I did, When all Kumar Sanu numbers made sense. At sixteen being the rebel that I think I was, To what end, I have no clue. At … Continue reading Do you remember 16?
We have reached a new low. We're in the pits.
Reason rests where it's louder. And not where it's dead.
Silver haired and wrinkled
Like glitter that slides down in an avalanche
An affliction of my mind
Between us a magnetic attraction of unprecedented proportions.
A crumpled piece of paper that is a story in itself.
It is a never ending sequence in my search for you.