Thursday, December 11, 2008


I am tired,
feeling wounded..
I am not a warrior
but a survivor ..
But this survival
seems to be cursed.
There is a cut
which is invisible,
its painful..
It grows when life is callous,
Slow when conflict is over..

Balancing the mind and the heart ,
Traveling life in a single cart..

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