I once made a promise to stop these scribblings....but things took a turn overnight and the promise shattered... the pieces then rearranged and the kaleidoscope of thoughts did show me this..
Throw an occasional pebble in my heart,
Lest my stagnant feelings reek,
The ripples may make me live,
For peace may be a sign of death.
If you do not stir my love so,
A solitary tear that rolls down your cheek,
Can also easily make,
Discommoding wavelets in my heart.
Lest my stagnant feelings reek,
The ripples may make me live,
For peace may be a sign of death.
If you do not stir my love so,
A solitary tear that rolls down your cheek,
Can also easily make,
Discommoding wavelets in my heart.
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