>> Nov 26, 2010
in one moment?
May be a mile.
Memories are not measured by units.
Today there are no more sad lines.
We will talk about the wine that is
buried in your backyard.
We will talk about the graffiti
that I am yet to construct.
These days art has a new name - photoshop.
You can buy yours with a quick few clicks.
I am half drunk.
The other half is life.
With that I lie in a dark room
and listen to a music that is soft
Most relations are, the same.
Pretension has its perimeters.
They are weak when you are.
On one such moment,
you do things that you never regret.
People change, so do leaves.
Give me a hundred good dreams.
I will sleep deep, then.