As I wrote and tore
The blue ink grew red
All I tore and wrote was
The nothingness of my head
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Time
To preserve you, I erected temples.
To conserve you, I created man.
One day, the flames of faith swallowed both.
And since then I am god and you are devil.
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Poet Of Minutes** by Nidhi Sharma is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 India License.
Based on a work at www.silentwordsworld.blogspot.com.