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

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Love actually!

Our love
was like fiction
in the making.
You, a fountain pen.
I, a blank sheet.
You wanted to
doodle a magical web.
I was being
myself - blotting paper.
Together, we were disaster.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I've got some of the best friends, albeit imaginary.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction. You turn away, but the storm adjusts.
.
.
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One thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm is all about.
- Haruki Murakami