Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Its raining causes and reasons,
I wander aimlessly through all seasons.
Some mystical freedom from the answers of daily life,
I am scared to death , of life and reasons.

Every morning , life starts a story,
a never ceasing battle, ending in its self written glory.
I want the mornings afresh, my mind keeps on trying;
every moment I go on to, some story waiting to be told.

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