Monday, November 24, 2003


A strong feeling, something of that sort will happen
Intuition you can call it
And when it does, it leaves you shaken, even if for a moment
For being so close to reality

Just like the dust flying off an unused book when it is handled
As the particles swirl madly in the air
So do a hundred thoughts run through your mind
When finally the dust settles down
Life goes on as usual


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