Through the unrest of yesteryears you stood silently over the inoffensive radio conversation, looking out to the silent dell across the wooden frame of a misplaced window; chewing inorganic thoughts of unaccounted wisdom and lackadaisical trust.
Gun down the mild mannered stars looking down from its azure abode where innocence is cheaply available and shared at a princely sum. Trusting them would be fatal. Answers will be at a premium for those who would not be coming back from the milky terrain of un-dwelled universe. Of course questions will be forgotten after three nights of hotbed curfew on roads.
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As you said once at my blog...my first comment went off with google miracle....
anyway, retyping :)
for one who forgets questions after three nights, life passes by with no answers...or, rather aren't we too jaded with answers already...forgetting to live in the process,
anyway, sleep well -- thats the best life offers at the end of the day...and if one can get that, rest of it will fall in place :)
nice prosetry, Alok
wishes,
devika
Glad you are back blogging. Please continue to write.....
Welcome back Alok.
"where innocence is cheaply available and shared at a princely sum"
so true.
Interesting prose-poetry.
The post come across many thoughts and to think questions are easy or to imagine… get answer is difficult and life kept at risk.
its nice to get a post from u alok. take care :)
Hi Alok,
After a very long time i am back to blogging...
And so does you...
Well, its nice reading your words again..
Hi Alok,
Its been a long time,
Hope all is well with you...and to see a new one from you, :)
wishes,
devika
Hey man!
Long time!
how u doin?
Happy New Year x
Alok, its been a long time...Hope all is well,
Wish you a Very Happy New Year :)
wishes,
devika
even you seem to be too caught up with life
Came back to this post after a long time .... And in today's back drop of north east violence ... It's just so true ...
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