yeah.... finally now the time for the retreat has come... with immense pleasure and pains incognito, i restart my blog with a poem....
TO MY EMPTY MORNINGS... Finally night has come. O morns, give me a break for now! Feigning innocence in my sleepless eyes touching wisdom on my wrinkled forehead Whilst among books veiling drowsiness with my specs Am tired of... My day begins with the crimson red sky when ashy dews and rusty panes maketh love. When lumine beauties blink in the slithering breeze pouring drops of desire on to the mouths of wonderstruck palm quaffed to fuddle in the morn by men. Be by my side fondling, kissing my grey hair to give wings to the youth hidden in my wrinkles. Once again give birth to rune babies in my pen drained off ink. My day begins... Not with a bang, but with a whimper.