Torn between ‘me’
The better be and the best me
The stranger in ‘me’
The worst me and the real me
Who is me?
What I see or what you see?
Who is to be?
My being or yours seeing
Who am I to be?
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Red
Deep down, in the sea of emotions, sails a child
The depth of it, he, only can feel
What might seem shallow, could be an ocean, he see
In the muddled water of lake, he finds a pearl
He names it ‘she’, thinking the joy it brings...
Which, he would never feel
Strange as time, the pearl turns
Him to her and he sees an exotic life
Still in the deep waters of red
The depth of it, he, only can feel
What might seem shallow, could be an ocean, he see
In the muddled water of lake, he finds a pearl
He names it ‘she’, thinking the joy it brings...
Which, he would never feel
Strange as time, the pearl turns
Him to her and he sees an exotic life
Still in the deep waters of red
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