Days are where we live.
Nights are where we die.
The day wearies me;
But the night doesn't kill.
May be the evening,
Doesn't stab me enough.
"Even in spring leaves fall. Some for ever"
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The nature of man, flighty in its essence, made like the swriling dust, can abide no bondage; if it fetters itself it will soon begin to tear widly at the fetters, rip all asunder--the wall the binding chain and itself--and scatter them to four quaters of heaven.From Franz Kafka's essay The Great Wall of China
Hi, Rijo. It was nice to meet you at the workshop last weekend. I also got your comment on my blog. Thanks. Your blog is looking good. I enjoyed reading it, especially the poems. If you're interested in coming out to a Delhi Poetree reading, I'm now hosting one on Mondays 4-6pm at my home in New Friends Colony. Let me know if you want to come. It's a nice group of people. Give me a call.
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