Sheet of snow like white
a constant reminder of purity
awaiting for some color
hoping that would make it bright.
Amidst fits of pain and fights
red drops trickle down
coloring the snow.
Bright but alas, with the smell of death.
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Reminds me of a poem by Agatha Christie.. it was there in the prologue section of one of her mystery stories.. Are you reading one now?
hi aynzoya,
yup reading a christie right now. finished one last week. the local library is damn good. seeing hard bound copies of novels made me crazy and i borrowed around 8 books at one go !!!
oh, but the poem was written by self ;-) no copy/pastes from anywhere !!!
priya
No updates for long!!
Hi Juicy fruiter,
Read through your blogs. The most striking aspect I found was the way you had expressed your job satisfaction.
And what made it most prominent is that presently I am suffering from the lack of it. :-) Couldn't leave comments at your blog, so added those words here.
Priya
Hi Ayn,
Not been in a good mood lately. Since my mini vacation came to an end, everything feels very bland and boring. And I didn't want to put in a blog loaded with ounces of self sympathy :-)
Will get out of the gloominess sooner and then write. By the way, what has happened to your blog ? I cannot access it.
Priya
juicyfruiter is a blog spammer. i am sure that the site he referred to was peddling something. He didnt read your blog. It is a automated crawler that leaves such comments. Disable anonymous comments and include visual verification to your posts.
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