Sunday, May 27, 2012

1809 : That unfinished poem

Something utterly magical and mesmerising about seeing eyes close in front of you….rocking himself slowly to sleep.

With passing moments, as the eyes smile – ever so blurrily ingesting the world as it is shutting down rapidly – you realise how fragile and beautiful life is….almost uncannily like dying. 

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