Late..A Poem by SinduEver wondered what it feels like?'Why so late?', you wonder. Late.. such a cloaked mystery to begin with. Late, delayed tardy, late. Waiting Like a suspense in a thriller, a mystery, time taken to trigger a loaded a gun. Waiting Like anticipation when heart fails a beat, or when a player kicks the ball in a fleet. Waiting Like a druggie waiting for a next fix, a lover for another heated kiss. 'Why so late!', you ask, but why, my darling! Life is late to start.
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3 Reviews Added on August 26, 2014 Last Updated on August 26, 2014 AuthorSinduIndiaAboutA silent observer, goof, crazy, imagination overload. Writing is essentially putting a part of me on to a paper. All of it. Ugly, sad, dark. Happy, cheeky, beautiful. All of those words I deeme.. more..Writing
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