A Liar's Guide to the Dreams..

In the dead of the night, the dreams come in one by one. They cling to you with soft acceptance, and they know it all..

These are the dreams which leave a note of remembrance. They cling to our tongues like a bittersweet delight.

They feel familiar, though their flavour melts in the mouth... and taste distinctly unusual.

September 01, 2006

Ahem... I said

All this time I have been not recognising my power of writing nonsense that makes perfect sense.
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5 comments:

rainbeau_peep said...

Nyeh heh heh heh.

You wish.

:-p

7:14 AM
Anonymous said...

Hmmm..

Darun bolechho!!

So how many dress got for pujo..

Hv a nice shopping..

12:07 PM
Poorna Banerjee said...

peep - *scrunched up face and all that*

roy - er... gunini.

7:13 PM
nothing said...

monty python-ta indeed shawrochito? tahole darun

1:02 PM
Poorna Banerjee said...

MOTEI SWAROCHITO NOY. Ota Python. Marattok na??

7:33 PM

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