Wednesday, 29 April 2015


Feeling the rhythm in me,
As thought it was for the first time.
They all were different, like never before.
Unique n silently vibrating, pumping up the fire in me.
As the life in me regenerated itself for nothing,
I was blind n never could feel the colour of the universe.
It was all far beyond my reach---
My past had done it.
My present is doing it.
And my future will do it.

Destiny ……so do.

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