Not a day passes, when I don’t think of the days of my past glory. When I wasn’t a dusty, bedridden, neglected repository of thoughts. Sigh!
Sometimes, at the end of another lonely day, I shed few tear drops, nostaliging. I am a blog, of course, I am dramatic.
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Debut
Am I late?
She brings her hands close to mine, fingers touching. Heart flutters. Wind reverberates. Moon snaps back its attention. Her eyes are distant, rafting in some unconquered utopia. Her fingers long and warm and brown. The air smells of lavenders or is it her hair or both. Arrgh! It’s difficult looking...
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Pack Up
Is it the right time?
“Pack up.” I was told.
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A Letter To Her
Ahem ahem!
To,
The girl on the other side of screen
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Memories
Thoughts scrambled
You aren’t Rumi’s couplet or Shakespeare’s sonnet, you are Manto’s atrocity.
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