Volumes to rent out, volumes to sink into, dense as the fog over mountains and deep as the ocean itself. Thoughts come and leave. Thoughts etch themselves Upon the brain cells, which will eventually die and be replaced, losing the etch that holds diamonds far greater than kohinoor itself. Hence its time to transit them to somewhere safe, somewhere...immortal. I claim this site...
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Brother
Tell me brother, did you cry
After you shot me down?
The pain I felt, did you feel it too?
Were any of those tears you shed
From the core of your heart
Where I dwell, once you said to me.
Tell me brother,did you love me still
When that dagger of yours, stabbed
My back and rended my heart, which
Was was yours as well. Did my blood
On your fingers elated you or did it
Make you lose blood too?
Tell me brother, will you cremate my carrion
Or will you let it rot in a back alley
Where only vermins dare to roam about?
Does it make you happy that now I am gone,
Or does it frighten you that I'll haunt you forever?
O tell me brother, for I would have died for you
As you would have for me(you told me so)
Should I still be around as your guardian angel
Or should I leave you be, as you would have me...
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