MAVERICKS will remember ... (rememberance is a sweet pain for those who remember)..
(This One is for everyone who has been a part of me, for everyone who's seperation has hurted me yet strengthened my reason for being, this one is for all the martyrs of Kashmir )
My eyes are filled with dust, and i have washed my eyes with my own Blood, and now every objet of this sentient world is so filled with blood of my eyes, that, bloody is the Sun's gold, bloody the moons Silver, the mornings laughter , the night's cries...
Every Tree is merinated in blood, every flower blood eyed, every glance a streak of blood, every reflection blood soaked.
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