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Sunday, April 10, 2011
I stopped writing a long time back, but somewhere I was missing the feeling to express and be me. These days I hear a lot about activism of sort in Indian context and I am as always the hardest to be convinced by the facts rendered by the virtuoso.
For a moment I had started believing, I am a kind of poet or a something near to that. Well when I read my stuff, I do not connect at all. Music and poetry are like a soaked resin in sugar. Its sweeter than anything and these days I had forgotten this flavor.
Writing something today, to convince I still has that bit of gutso left in me….
Dedicated to Metal…
How can I be the unstoppable, when I really never took off?
How can I be the inevitable, when I really never played the game?
Learning one by one,
Learning step by step,
I am not at odds, how good I make it sound,
I am not at large, how well I make it pretend,
Let me turn around and do it all over again,
Stop run, run stop, stop run………………………………..
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