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November 2015

Bubbles

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Love Nestled in Death

This morning, as the sun stroked the world out of sleep, The concrete had an existential crisis, It whispered to earth in its agony, Of its desire to not hold

To an Ex-Lover I Couldn’t Love Enough

I swear there is something paranormal about November mornings and your hands.   I wake up to morbid senses, my nose burning in the coldness and eyes peeking through cracked

Seduced

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गीत प्रेम का गा लूँगा

तुम हाथों से हवाओं को रोको, मैं हृदय का दीप जला लूँगा, तुम दिल की कोई धुन छेड़ो, मैं गीत प्रेम का गा लूँगा।   जीवन में एक खालीपन है,

Whose Tracks?

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Kindness

14th April, 2015 4:30 P.M. Dear Diary   Happiness has embraced our locality once again for the clouds are setting their euphoric beads of water free. However, the evocative scent

Nine Words

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Sanely Free

My journey to penance started on a night when I kept aside the feeling that you ever existed And condemned myself those agnostic memories, changed your remembered words into forgotten

I Fell in Love

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