(to the North, the crystal of non-knowledge
a landscape to be invented
to the South, reflective memory
to the East, the mirror to the West, stone and the song of silence)
I wrote messages, but received no reply.
Octavio Paz
This is the blog of a very normal person who was backstabbed by literally everyone he was close to, so much so that he is shit scared of himself now. He realised this the other day when he started from sleep as his roomie reached down for his pillow
May death creep in in the shadows of a dark dawn
Like the bee's last sting to the flower
Poetry will wither into the
multitude of bark
Fragrance ride the crest and trough of celestial wind
Child and father lost in the vicissitudes of man
Only in life's last sting
does death subsume its nectar of nothingnessJanmejay Singh
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