I feel an inner drowsiness so great it overflows the bounds of self. And I want nothing, prefer nothing, there is nothing I can escape into: The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa
Someone inside me searches meIt runsAnd then it keeps on huffingVoices strike and turn backMaking bonds in the dark of nightEmbracing the darknessThey hide me from myselfInside myself someone tremblesInside me someone peeksMy forehead lines singe during the dayAt night my age falls in my handsOnly if the knots of my heart could open I’ll from anguish be set freeSomeone from a distance howls at meSomeone inside me searches me
amazingly beautiful lines Rahul...kudh ko kaise chupayey aapney aap sey.....meray andar koi jankta rehta hai....
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