No one is the friend of another...,all of us are the dying shadows of time..., some meet on way.., some go with us..,but atlast we have to apart..
(not my own)

I touched the life, it was cold..
i touched the death, it was gold..
i touch my darkness..., it holds my hand.....

In the silence of night , i do pray for the acceptance of my prayer...

Feelings are clacking with my soul, and being a deadsoul i am wandering here and there.......

Courage, tolerance & patience,and who has the desire to fly just hold their hands....& lets go to fly on the mackeral-sky...

My boisterous motions
have speechless emotions....

In the blatant & roistering waves of the marine,try to listen the sighs of small ripples., who are dying, but trying to say something.,something which is never said.,something which is never heard.

Now it has become more dark; may be it is the dawn of my darkness...

How far how high
would i fly....
i will say
to my life " good bye"..