The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Wednesday, April 23, 2008


A vast space of mazes and tunnels,
Breathing and living as love it funnels,
I crave to feel the rhythm it gives,
Even though in me it lives.

Heart not distant from yours to reach,
In sync we beat I proclaim and teach,
You are the one, who holds the key,
The door beholds your family.

Discovering the universe on one way trip,
Interlaced lifeline with constant grip,
Journey of freedom, etched road to past,
Heart dancing to the melody at last.

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