Rudolf
All around him, the houses abounded with festoons and bunting, And from every roof, miniature bells and stars were hanging, He had seen all this for quite some years now, But had never understood the significance of it somehow. All
All around him, the houses abounded with festoons and bunting, And from every roof, miniature bells and stars were hanging, He had seen all this for quite some years now, But had never understood the significance of it somehow. All
Ever wondered as to why we maintain so many faces, As if in contingency to the day’s innumerable phases, The only thing we are saved, is from physically changing the mask, But that does not make it any simpler a
Nobody knew when he slept, when he went and came, All we knew, was that ‘Tanker’ Ralph was his name, That he would be at the docks hours before the boat, A decade-long dream, the only sound from his throat.
It is surprising how two little words can play with your life, Like frozen butter being teased by a serrated knife, They hang on at the tip of a person’s tongue, And then vanish like the tune of a paean
I never thought I would fly in such rough weather, But I care not, having glued myself feather by feather, I could fall faster than my meteoric rise, but I don’t bother, Because a fall isn’t really painful, when taken