An often visited boulevard, a known path.
Where I walk everyday, I spend each day, following trails of time.
A sudden deluge, called destiny or fate.
The names for human helplessness to give away the reins of life.
A sudden turn, an unknown road ahead.
As strange as the milestones dotting the road.
For how long I don’t know, I never will know.
I walk here everyday, I spend each day, following trails of time.
It resembles a mirage. On a canvas so large. They call it life. That illusion so rife. Never mind its name. They say it is all in a game. Seems so unbelievably eternal. But it is only the end that is real.
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.)
Hold me, by your hands...
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Let the moon adore the sky..
and the moonlight sigh..
Your breath hints me the darkness
Apportioning the turmoil in the nullness
nice words...
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