A solitary coffee with a book
A roving eye for occasional look
Li'l wait for loved ones to arrive
The hum of a song to survive
In a bubble of suspended time
Some emotions, fuzzy , sublime
Me , me and thoughts of mine
A self built paradise divine....
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A bundle of hawkers and hustlers, The station is extremely busy today, A colourful hustle at the platforms, It has all the stirrings of a cr...
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I hate yellow shirts and black coffee with soggy paper straws The swirly red stripes on the soggy straw, A reflection of my mind Going aroun...
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If I had time.... I would drag you with me to pretentious kavi sammelans in the IHC, and then drop a real tear. Browse through madhubani pa...
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It’s not just about money. I once knew someone who wouldn’t buy an extra helping of dessert — not because they were watching their weight or...
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