Oh, An Incurable Humanist, You Are

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.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Canals of Our City

Oh, to kiss the palms of His hands just to know where He's been.


That is the love that I strive for.

Posted by Kiran at 11:40 PM

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