The perfect dark night is here.
When my true self wakes up to the dead world.
In search of a voice so close to my heart.
Yet unheard for the world around.
I hear you every night, from within me.
Like a silent witness to the turbulence that surrounds.
Yet a respite to the aching soul.
The voice that quells all maladies.
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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