Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Delinquencies

-AZM












Amidst the self-made paradise,
a superficial resemblance of life,
stood with hand full of memories,
created from dreams.


Choked the distance between the two,
afar from reality creating anew.
Provoked by the thirst to be quenched,
twirling in naive indulgence.


Wrapping the soul with courage,
healing wounds; dying with age,
deepened by lies, now set on fire,
burning miseries, the unworthy desires!


Copyright © 2013 Azm

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