Monday, August 16, 2010

IDENTITY

Dead of the night, when the darkness is bright;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

The time is set, for the straitjacket;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

In her luscious lips, and the sway of her hips;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

In despair, But I still repair;
I crave for my true IDENTITY.

Is it it a lost cause or just a Pause;
In MY war against my IDENTITY.

4 comments:

ankita said...

A pause, a pause.

Som said...

:-) ...

Paromita said...

now what kinda identity do u find.. in her luscious lips? :-p

Som said...

The reason one likes a definite luscious lips over others goes to talk about ones identity ....