Friday, February 26, 2010
Idea Shopping
It Was This Time Last Year : 18th February
Ruffles
The End Review
Drinking from a breaking Glass would risk a bloody absorption,
Writing on a Shredding Paper would make you writes bigger,
...
Things were not on par were such a disaster.
Things were not levelled is such a brain teaser.
U may hate me as much as I hate you.
And I will hate you as much as U hate me.
The least that we will be on par.
We were at equilibrium.
At Last.
And Begin.
Fathers Trip
Dad,
This is the thing that I enjoy doing.
Presuming You enjoyed the ride,
Presuming You expected the height,
Presuming You see what I'ved sighted.
Dad,
I Wan't more often of this,
as I shoudn't Be this far,
I shouldn't be this Silent,
I shouldn't grew unnoticed,
I shouldn't be what Im not.
Dad,
This is what your evening snacks fill me,
What your daily ride brought me,
What your hunting trip cathes me,
I weren't there for mom.
This is What her drawings, drawing me,
Where her hands, holding me,
What her cooks, nourishes me,
What her pains, heals me,
What time has treasured.
We dint went that far,
But it was wide, was bright,
Fractures of glad & overwhelmed releives.
Dad,
closer.
Arifdani 27th Jan 2010
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Thursday, February 25, 2010
2010 - Breathe Out
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