Thursday, 1 May 2008


I cannot even utter.

I remember the time,
When need had been the beacon,
Leading me over.

And promises I had made, to myself,
To fly off, when healed, i am,
In the long run.

Not to stay back when need gets run,
By a want ever so compelling,
An enormous force.

And falling back on my words,
I know-

Need has given way to want-
And want might run over to the inevitable.
And that would mean-

The end,
Of existence-
In its purest state.

And so, though I need to say adieu;
I say, no adieu-
Just, So Long...

Adieu is never So Long, is it?

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