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At  first, a stranger, a little
Strange, more than at times doubting
Me, replying a lot with sarcasms
I thought, and wondered,if it were
Ture, need to think it through
At last I know, very good, a Girl

Story Teller!

A descriptive
imagination, in darkness
frowned by shadow
of inner-self
the demon of imagination,
quarreling with  angel
of reality,
the face,
of a story teller
a story that
brings smile
to the eyes,
as the happiness
runs down the
eyes in soft watery shades,
but piercing away the
heart like a,
hard, cold blades! 

Raindrops

The designer,
the writer,
the designed and
the written,
the rain drenched
thoughts,
and the
re-forming
watery footprints,
left behind by
a stranger with
face, a strange one,
the rains drops
like tears fall,
into the oblivion
the faces too,
dissolve into the
blurry rainy wallpaper
but the coldness remains,
at times, last forever

Test Shot

A Beetle

Ant