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Monday, April 2, 2012

Fresh Air

I am sitting inside my container of ideals.
It is vacuum packed and I am gasping for breath.
Religiously giving every ounce of being to them.
You came and opened the lid.
Fresh air and your smell merged with the vacuum.
I have never felt something like this.
This feeling, you tell me was always there.
I am amazed, overwhelmed by this.
That sudden rush of air pumped itself in. Life.


  1. I know where this is coming from... but i m happy.. if this is the truth..and the best is how precisely u have illustrated something so intense..amazing

  2. Great choice of words, the way you've got it, coming out in the open,is a delight to read. It's a great read. Keep scribbling!