Shall I or Shall I not.......pick up such a feather and weave a cosy home?
Friday, April 25, 2008
20.12.83 Left the darkness behind Though the memory of A womb reigned large over mind's eye It took nothing to create this cursed soul A lingered passion Between a now non-existant woman And a now withered man.
09.05.90 Whimpered in the agony Unsaturated desire to recede one more time to the dampness of the womb That was to be on fire in no time Months ago the cursed words had so deliberately, Desperately and spontaneously Escaped from the unlucky lips That "Thou shall not embrace me any more"
Undated: This narration is a fragment....the rest is yet to be completed