Sometimes my head is filled with anonymous words. Words, which I struggle to pronounce; Contains alphabets, which I couldn’t find in my keypad. It keeps making noise inside in unequal intervals, Seeking my attention like a possessive child. “I want to be in a poem” it whispered once. “You don’t make sense and no one is ever going to understand you” I shouted. “But not all the beautiful things make sense” politely it replied. I hope even you have similar senseless words inside your head. Fighting for their identity, Knowing that no one is ever going to appreciate them.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 09:06:44 +0000
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