Where is the mirror?
Is there a friend there?
Reminiscing old memories,
Amnesia must be overcome. The lost life must be restored…
Back to the old me
Don’t try to look.
Let me rest. Just be with me!
Flickering movements before the eyes
Views as water lines
fades away
becomes meaningless
Life…
Kiss my cheek
Hold my hand.
Don’t make me forget..
I am sick, Lost memories And sad. Don’t tease from far..?
Yet unborn the future of life became a fear. Did you lose the peace?
I know, Just do it..!
Light to the dark goods
Like the sun that gives
You should be with me.
Won’t there be?
For your patience with me
Do not put a border?
Indistinct noise in hearing
through the ears flowing in waves…
Through my tears don’t you curse, today mine is in ways where no one will come to help.
Undreamed of, imaginations
Unawakened memory is a graveyard. I don’t know acting everyone says I am acting.
In my way, rain and footprint, as if washed away, everything is empty like an empty path…
Yes
Memories of rain for me
Tears..!
Now the rain has reduced in intensity. When the memories I got are gone, I’m driving, huddled in gazelles alone in the world,
Without going anywhere..!
In the paradise of memories that travel and sights give me, born and raised to adolescence, Smriti is on the path..
Transplanting is still an unsatisfying concern.
There is whining and no sound coming out. Anyone can see..
As flickering movements before the eyes of my village, views are meaningless. Each memory is filled, Next life..
Memories are the harbingers of the flood to come. If only this had ended…
Everything you have earned in your lifetime It rained in a moment…
Enough for me
Bhuvanavasamen Vibhu…
Fear is inside…
Flashing movements before the eyes
Views are also meaningless..
Don’t you clown me!!
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