Well, you may see a little bit of yourself in me...not a mirror exactly, but yes,sort of mirror cracking material.that is why perhapes, i see dozens of Farukhs in those pieces i break...hey, i am not a breaker either but yes, need a break from this mundane life...Now, you got it right,i find solace in the lap of nature...there is a l'il poet in me- weird,twisted,warped and enigmatic...To be honest, I AM NOT ME ALL OF THE TIMES...
Friday, January 13, 2012
BLEAK NIGHTS PASSING BY
Bleak nights Passing by A lane of mirrors.
A tiped Kangri Under a soaked pheran Smogging mirrors.
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