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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...

Sunday, February 15, 2009

just go away

whisps of my body, 
saw them walking ahead of me today,
in the fogs,
densed in smoke
prize posessions left behind

morning mist, smog some call,
absolved into mockery,
no one dares to listen, 
not even walls, 
they prod scars and prick them open
the dead rises again,
dark as the onyx,
the onyx lies dead,
sometimes moaning.

torn diaries... deleted memories...
i wish i had a pensieve....
to keep my memories locked in...
to keep mt love locked in too
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