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Mayfly.
Sun-kissed nights, run wild and sure mornings, shrouded in grey walk slow, noons burn high, and so do the hearts. like dawns I linger, lik...
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Dekha aaina gaur se kai baar humne, Khud se hum rubaru na hue; Tamaasha-e-yaar hua mehfil me janib, Tamaashbeen par beaabru na hue; Hamar...
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Unarticulated thoughts hanging in my mind, Quivering, squirming, Spaghetti like, Noodles like, Soft, squashy… Unarticulated expression bubbl...
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Let’s write our destinies on the leaf of desire, Let’s bring back the dead from the burning pyre. Why smear some ash, some vermillion on the...
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oh how illusive it can get - the feeling of 'me' :)
and a being that has brought others into being? or will bring? or, "na kuch tha to main tha..."
morbid!
A sequel to the previous one ?
hmm is the blog to be resurrectd too?
Thank God [:)]
D dumadum!!:D
born out of the misty hallows of times.... do u really need ressurection?
oh nd ps, change ur font colour... its not readable...
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