My name is Kiran,
I define nothing.
not beauty,
not patriotism,
not love,
not friendship,
not youth.
In the form of singularity and awkwardness..
I take each thing as it is,
without prior rules about what it should be.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Joy and sorrow are inseparable.
(tobereadinonebreath)
I feel like screaming, with grief and trembling, happiness riddled with sadness, but wait for me in my hour of preoccupation, for Life Is Just A Four Lettered Word.
1 comment:
This is brilliant. I especially love the use of epitext!
[http://www.erudit.org/revue/ron/1999/v/n13/005838ar.html]
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