Countless nights
Endless fights...
After each
Another tonight...
Ideas changed
Broadens daylight...
Yet another thought
So infinite...
And then a new candle
To ignite...
When ideas clashed
Nothing to highlight...
Ego grows more
Nothing to excite...
And shadows remained
Still upright...
But behind twilight
Each day and night...
At 27 degree Fahrenheit
they reunite...
Black and white
Both in their spotlights...
While I may be black
And you may be white...
When u are the moonlight
I’m just a midnight...
dIKSHA gROVER
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About Me
- DIE-betes
- What's wrong with us? What's happening around us? What is this world? What's the use of our lives? Why words? What...Who...Where...When...Why...How...Hell no! these are too mind boggling questions! I feel the pain in answering them...don’t you? Maybe that’s why both of us are diagnosed as spastics-skeptics-ism... a disease of slow death...sweet death actually...of DIE-betes... though years later... IS YOUR COLOR GREEN? talks about...how green will soon be extinct in this world...as an evironmentalist, I care, do you? rather...don't you? or do you not want to? What does you dying existence tells you to do?
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