It was the start; the beginning of the words. The outpour was sporadic but nevertheless the vision divine. Somewhere down the road they became the goal and the journey. And now here they speak..
Friday, July 14, 2006
About the Mumbai Blasts
A poem and some random musings. Read the post here.
I am a wanderer; who lives in many minds, many lands, many spaces. I am the beginning and the end; am all and am nothing. No I am not god, just someone who loves words, silences and contradictions.
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