tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803403559331339328.post7289213164590071462..comments2023-10-07T07:28:14.876-07:00Comments on The Gullet of my Mind: Day 319/366Rohinihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13563496961336591109noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803403559331339328.post-91775395965554508412012-11-14T13:12:08.160-08:002012-11-14T13:12:08.160-08:00Sensibility.
It shouts & screams.
For the half...Sensibility.<br />It shouts & screams.<br />For the half-dead soul & pastel memories.<br />For the bruised knees & forgotten maps.<br /><br />Waiting for nothing, restless. <br />Reminisce of a deep dark green patch on a dried canvas.<br />Making the quiet nights understand concept of sleep.<br /><br />It's broken, scratched. <br />Like a piece of wood,<br />With a delicate fragrance. <br />Of cold blue thoughts, and the calming chaos.<br /><br />Stand between the street, let the cold air pierce skin...<br />And everything, everything will make sense.<br />Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12457243365763471060noreply@blogger.com