Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Buried

I am dead..i'm a ghost

I'm cradled, I'm lost

I'm human yet awry,

haunting your glory..

Like a toothless willow, a voluptuous sheen

I come in your innocuous dreams

I am your worst fear, I am your pain

I am your scruples, I am in vain

16 comments:

  1. I found a rather diverting story. Seeing how you love words, I thought to pass it on. :)

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  2. thanks for the link. It was an interesting read and so is the gaslight portal. I plan to visit more often

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  3. She doesn't know that your very bones ache when you come out of hibernation (not an established fact, but they would, wouldn't they? -stands to imagination after all.) - or she wouldn't go into one now. ;)

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  4. thanks Hina..i don't know what I was trying to say in there..it spiralled out of nowhere..i have some vague idea though. :)

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  5. As for you Anonymous, enough of browbeating...Homenum Revelio

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  6. Browbeat?! Me a house elf (didn't I say I have ugly and large feet?) to a fully-grown witch who can do magic outside of school like she just did?!

    Btw, was it one of your own creations? The italics led me to think otherwise. Hmm...

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  7. Your otherwise was wise. As for u being a house elf.. nah.. u are a blog-elf..:P

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  8. Ah, so you were watching the match... congratulations!!!

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  9. ...on India winning i mean.

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  10. The policy in these circs is generally to congratulate one back... :P Now I prepare myself for another of her spells.

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  11. oh yes, congrats :) no spell, your shield charm is working well..!

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  12. ...see, now i live in mortal fear of you and didn't persist - lest you should pull me short once again.

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