Sunday, November 27, 2011

LOVE BULLET


Never did I jump from twelve storied building,
Never did I empty five whiskey bottles;
Never did I ride a plane, high up the sky,
Never did I try marijuana and got slumbered.

I don’t know what you are, yet you thrills me to the utmost extend,
I am addicted to you;
I become wild, calm, chill; hyper in my membrane when you are around;
I don’t know, and never did I feel so very I don’t know.

*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.

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