By Brind Mittal
A haunting face and eyes deeper than the abyss
A friend or more?
Did I play him or did he play me?
My own words haunt me
So familiar yet so strange
I see in awe and despair
For my fate is sealed and the end is set
His hair his face his nose
All feel so homely and yet so strange
It feels as if I’m having Déjà Vu
And then it was all but a dream
By Brind Mittal
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