Was I a slain or I am living now? Should I really ask this or keep mum? It was not me, who was me then. Was it the love which reincarnated from the tomb of the fiction or, was it a fool? Destiny didn’t love me. It remained a fiction. Abnegated I was, Forgotten I will be, Presumed I am for what I did. I was a dreamer, dreamt all of my life. Though the dream I envisaged pertained to the distant mirage at the confluence of my belief and the vantage point of her pragmatic attitude.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 07:12:52 +0000
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