Sitting like a rock ,I talk to myself
My logics have failed and I seek out for help
I hear the stones gossiping and laughing at me
Shall I believe they are more lively than me
The bush has been more kind and waives her hand towards me
Says i grew on these stones and never lost hope on me
People rush to their homes and some wait for the same
Where shall i go and where is my home
Sitting like a rock i talk to myself
Life has stopped and i seek out for help.
Love is just a way of life and not a bunch of passions !!!
waiting to be counted.........
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About Me
- Debaditya
- from bold glaring letters to beautiful embedded water marks, the pages have come a long way .The Pages will be filled with stories, some trivial,some beautiful,some crazy,some dumb and some insane. The watermarks will become untracable, but dare you care to look beyond the stories, you'll find beautiful marks caused by the invisible thorns removed slowly,painfully and carefully.