There is a body I know. A mind, I wonder I know.
Some time spent, some money too.Some efforts made, may be meant it too.
Few songs related, I hear them over. Still sound good, though occasion is over.
The unkept blue room haunts me quiet. Are we still on, or is it over quite?
Tear wet pillows are hard to dry. Has exactly our 'thing' really gone 'that' dry?
I had laughed to tears, on Friday right? And now are we nearing, the last rite(s)?
Didn't we hold hands in the rail that night? And mushy phone talks and the other 'goodnight(s)'?
We are still happy, to self I console. But this remains, realization sole.
Oh tell me, how long will my footprints last? Or was that day was indeed our last?
Liberated women do seldom agree,that their soul too hurts when theirs' disagree.
My heart aches much, this noon I say. "And I m pained too", Won't you say?
While you decide what I mean to you, I ought to ignore hyperlinks leading to you?
As judgment I await, if I invoke interest anymore. This is not a Sunday I can take anymore.
Sparrows of Mohenjodaro - Past is a dead city and writing is often archaeology.Strange to be here.Silence is not so silent but sings like evening sparrows.I walked alone and wil...
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