Loss Something about her immaculate art, Or is it just glowing in between from her fingernails? Full of memories laden head, Wet tear stained pillows, Smell of guilty Oleander in the humid air, The lost fragment of my soul lays motionless as in the air. Bushel of joy, Brush of thou hair, Good night's sleep with my new destiny, More than a dream? Glance through the stripped soul, Worn out and torn, With accumulated sorrows of sorrow. Unreasonable motion of waking up, Unquestionable image of provocation in the mirror. Breathing air feeling the gush of guilt, Rubbing hands: warm, annoying, moment of truth, Someone's been eating my psychedelic feast, Someone's been enjoying my loss. afnai post ma thiyo aba no reply !!!lol yahan rakhyo bhane padhlan lau aba..... hehe peace