Angry nights of solitude

Blank faces of nightmares

Voiceless pain of memories

Everything is so crucial

Everything is so fine tuned

With each others like the

Ecosystem in and around

All are in perfect harmony

And I alone lonely along with my

Broken dreams and failed desires

Fractured faiths and buried beliefs,

Like the hermits walking on

Time h...

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she was talking in undertone

like the old hermits of the

Buddhist Monastery

not to prove any algorithm

or to put forward hypothesis

of social revolution

she was there with her

gentle smile and her bare arms

moving like gentle breeze

not like the smiling  bureaucrats

shaking the cold hands

before the secret deals

she was looking around

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