Saturday, January 11, 2014




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The first blush of the day
Soak in the murky shadows of the night
I stand suspended
Somewhere in the twilight zone.

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window  azar
Grief echoing in courtyard
Abandoned love
At the door
She walks with silent steps
 hangs her melancholy as screen
shadows of memories
coil in dark corners
And life goes on
Inch by inch...
 

   

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