| Friday, April 30, 2010 |
| Render Exhibition.. |
Stories of foul murder play,
In the hearts of towns built in dismay,
Conquered in stealth and unbridled dread,
She smiled and talked of ancient heads,
Locked within vaults of oceanic tread,
Sounds of a blistering blaze grew,
In the summer of an autumn noon,
Arose from within monsters of the sea,
In promises of unearthly heap,
Making their way in trysts so steep,
Rising to tell stories with of no heed,
Of men who traded for the worldly seas,
Of conquests, bequests and unworldly pleas,
The horizon drew in a reddening streak,
Marvels fell to the earth so deep,
An end to the worst of mystiques veiled,
Her eyes unveiled before christening a dream.. |
posted by bereaved vendetta @ 6:28 AM  |
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uhm....ok don't get me wrong but do you wear spectacles-well wisher
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ummm- don't get me wrong, but all your commentors (or is it commentators?) ARE weird.
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no offence but shut up clazevra, it just feels as if i know b.vendetta :ww
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blogs, not the best place to quarrel..nope, no specs:)... thanks to both of you for keeping this page alive with "don't get me wrong comments"! ;)
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then you certainly have to be the one with double piercing!! :ww
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never had 5 comments on my blog!!! wow! fascinating.. double piercing?well, no...( are you trying to guess or is this a Surabhi Sharma thing? )
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you are an indian?????????? :ww
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uhm....ok don't get me wrong but do you wear spectacles-well wisher