#bose
Her hands came
From sawdust
Burried deep
Hidden caves
Of madness
Her speech
Made no sense
But I knew
I read her lyrics
I could see the stars
Dancing in her eyes
Madness
Was a four letter word
Lust love tragic
We had to say goodbye
I miss her sparkle touch
And warm hugs before
I closed my doors
Sometimes a heart
Just won't have it
And sometimes it ask for more
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
The fabled story about Netaji,
That he survived the crash,
And lived on in INC rule,
Was probably a false trail,
The Gumnaami Baba,
Or The Tashkent Man,
All was probably a myth,
A desperately phony tale.
Because if he actually survived,
He would not have been sitting ducks,
Seeing the nation fall into the ditch of corruption.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC