A pregnant cloud of tears stalks my heart
I close my eyes to see your face, but in vain.
All I can gather is a misty spectacle of a noon.
Of a sublime love-making, more of the mind than the body.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
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