Metaphorically, he was quite the man.
No two emotions are mutually exclusive
He’s in love with her love…
We are all separately, severally, incomplete
My picture of incompleteness is complete…
I don’t usually preface my verse. This is something I wrote sometime ago, I waited until I was in the mood to translate this into English, for those who read my posts but don’t know Hindustani. I’ve tried to keep a meter to the verse; this means, of course, that some of the couplets aren’t … Continue reading
Life’s another word for getting tired…
A chameleon forgets its original hue
Beware those who’re quick to love.
Truth’s a fearsome beast; my child…..