Monday, November 29, 2010

Just a dabbler like me find no words,
when it comes to put life into a story,
But words rule the world and words makes the story,
and i seem to be poor in making stories.

Living in any place,
give you a scent of the air.
and it seems to be pungent here,
with wiffs of strong words and currents.

The first day i knew not where to breathe,
until i learnt to swim in the air.
It seems to be easy then,
to make up stories and words.
Since i am now used to the air.

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