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Not so young Fashion Graduate From National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT), Delhi, India. Aspiring journalist. Amongst other eclectic hobbies, she likes writing and has written several poems and articles over her school and college life and now for a living. She would someday like to be be a more popular writer than just on her blogs. 'Tis a lady of grand splendor, who waketh in my bed every morning while the sun beckons her towards night...

Saturday, December 20, 2008

what else do i say?
I'm choking on my own silences.
There is, but, little hope of a CPR.
There is no good man around.
There is nothing left,
But the voice box.
And crackled pretentious voices are heard.
Like old broken radios.
There is calling out.
Now that im full,
While every one is gay,
I just ate silences,
Handfulls gobbled down in hurry,
The table was full,
Of silenced images, 
And a box of pickled love.
and now i choke...
on silences and shadows..

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