Categories thoughts Weird And Stale The way one has to live. Post author By meenas17 Post date March 27, 2015 No Comments on Weird And Stale My heart sank I felt tired It is the countenance. To camouflage I put up a smile vain and empty. To associate myself I talk few words relevant or irrelevant. To pass the time I sit with a pleasant face all is weird and stale. I Share this: Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Tags Poem, stale, weird By meenas17 A lover of classical Carnatic music. An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood View Archive → ← Is Flying Reliable? → The Voice Over The Years. Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.