THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Saturday, May 20, 2006

zikhr-e-haal

Do you hear me...
when i cry shenanigan ?
Will i ever be...
luck's heralded minion ?

Have i lost...
the fortress of resolve ?
At it's cost...
have i regressed, (?) to evolve ?

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2 comments:

Anjaan said...

Metaphysical and me dont quite gel I guess.
Do explain?

Seashells said...

@ anjaan
Hang around long enough, and you'll get the drift... (though at this point) it's generally open to interpretation...