before it burns out
It’s the tip of the iceberg.
It’s an old memory.
It’s the Beatles.
It’s while my guitar gently weeps…….’
It’s ‘across the universe’
It’s an ant song.
It’s about immigrants.
It’s about voices.
It’s rhetoric.
It’s the meaning of hermeneutic.
It’s the rose in my desktop.
It’s that damn music the neighbors play.
It’s about writing.
It’s about filling pages and pages.
It’s not plagiarism.
It’s an idea.
It’s ‘Finding Nemo’.
It’s philosophy.
It’s a stream of thoughts.
It’s a chain.
It’s about choices.
It’s leaving.
It’s the subconscious.
It’s an advice.
It’s a glass of water.
It’s an action shot.
It’s a relationship shot.
It’s propaganda.
It’s cynicity.
It’s a syringe.
It’s half a dose.
It’s ‘Mister Durand’.
It’s that idiot box.
It’s the first shoot.
It’s the eyes.
It’s in erasable.
It’s in the pages.
It’s the hot summer nights.
It’s the 60’s Indian music.
It’s technology.
It’s Kishore Kumar.
It’s superficial.
It’s a piece of the chunk.
It’s the weekends.
It’s the newspaper.
It’s a murder.
It’s revenge.
It’s crime.
It’s the fear of repetition.
It’s the price of paper.
It’s the price of a journey.
It’s the heat in the head.
It’s the fat in the body.
It’s a slogan ‘use and throw’.
It’s- hurried foot steps.
It’s not pretty shoes.
It’s power.
It’s independence.
It’s fear.
It’s time in passing.
It’s blood.
It’s a tool.
It’s reversal.
It’s late in an idea.
It’s hard work.
It’s money.
It’s flying.
It’s drowning.
It’s wet footsteps on the sea beach.
It’s not leftist.
It’s no revolutionary.
It’s life.
