Friday, 21 August 2015


Moved by my thoughts.
Nude by birth.
I got the darkest skin.
And blood as clear as a glass of wine.
Thicker than paraffin.
Blow up my skull.
And as I unlocked the infamous truth.
I found a mystery that am a lie.
Unsolved and unleashed sort of musing.

No comments:

Post a Comment

"A Sick Boy's Figment memory"

© 2018 Sreejith Jayachandran 13:12pm January 20th, 2017 these stereotypes, am already sad of my consideration- disqualification- y...