Torn pages of my life lie forgotten in some lost corner
And my dead poems weep the death of desire to live
the blunt nib of my long lost pen still gasp for an eternal drop of ink
moonlight still knock on my broken window pane
and I float in nothings, still looking for the broken link
Emotional Saina takes CWG gold, a title to heal Rio Olympics pain
Looking up at the sky, Saina Nehwal let out a scream after grabbing the coveted gold, eight years after she had become the toast of the ...
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I always wanted to fly, staring through the windows when the birds flew out of the guava tree, or the pigeons gurgled in our neighbo...
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Looking up at the sky, Saina Nehwal let out a scream after grabbing the coveted gold, eight years after she had become the toast of the ...
1 comment:
Hey, Hi
Long time...your posts are always nostalgic for me...floods me with memories...
your words touch buddy..they sure do..
Nice..
regards,
The Silhouette...
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