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I am my own confinement and sense of freedom. Who am I is the quest and the result is a life lived in finding answers. I am constantly overwhelmed by my curiosity. I am always in pursuit, on the verge of arriving at that one big answer that can simplify my life. I am sucker for good food, great conversations and exclamation marks( when i type out, I mean). At the end of it all, I am a woman still incomplete.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Mushy dose


"This one goes out to you ma Love!"


All the little guys should stay the fuck away from this one.
'Coz he knows how to make me smile
He knows how I feel at sunrise.
He knows why I hate fish, while smelling sea breeze.

You could never be one.
Even in a coconut grave
You were not one all along
You were never a man!

Sometimes I wonder where he'd landed from
Making me go berserk at his very sight
Is he yet to come or has he arrived?
He's the only one in the Roman's land.

You could never be one.
Even in a coconut grave
You were not one all along
You were never a man!

He makes my hair feel smoother
And the smiles just linger on
He makes the pain come alive
And he'd hit me hard in the right places.

You could never be one.
Even in a coconut grave
You were not one all along
You were never a man!

Would he row the boat?
Would he move in tents?
Would he clear the tears?
It's for him to say.

You could never be one.
Even in a coconut grave
You were not one all along
You were never a man!

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