Write
I sit,
To write.
I sit,
To create.
Thoughts
Once haphazard,
Settle
With me.
A strange sense,
Of peace
Falls
All around me.
Sight,
Insight.
View
Purview.
Words, fall,
Lines flow,
I sit,
They create.
~Aditya
June 28, 2007
neither black,
nor white,
somewhere in between
i tread,
gingerly,
lest I hurt not.
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