Monday, May 26, 2014

Force of Habit

An undying thirst for the unknown,
the sea water promised plenty but quenched none.
Is this life made of impulsive doing?
Or does it carry a glorified meaning?
Who am I and from where did I start?
Lined with grieving bricks,this heart
can't house misery more.
But,even after spotting the distant shore,
and soaked in grief laden breeze,
why do I still circle the dark seas?


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