
Kim
blogs from Delhi


Too many voices but I can't hear a thingBcoz you are down town and I am on the Hillsyou are always the talker but I never frownedbcoz now I know rhythm of my song...
Posted on 13 April 2012 | 5:39 am
Read postMy wings were so badall rusted and tornfrom anger and hateto arrogance and scornThey wouldn't even flapbeing so out of repairbut the thing that hurt most is you never cared...It's Hard to fly withthese broken wingsI am screaming your namecatch me I am falling....My heart is bleedingand it won't surv...
Posted on 8 November 2011 | 7:59 pm
Read postShe can count the restless daysAnd the nights of wet pillow,With closed eyes, but awaken ,She pretended to be so sleepy.And in the middle of those dark nights,She used to wake up puzzled and lost,Breathlessly, She used to search her phoneHoping for text or call from someoneWhen she regain her consci...
Posted on 11 October 2011 | 12:21 pm
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