Kirdaar

It wasn't some flashy jewellery, It wasn't some cool car, Things we do, They were simple, A walk alongside a park, A treat near a local store, Two rounds around the huge green boundary walls, On my little cycle, I would sway past him like a pro-racer each time when I would come across him... Continue Reading →

An Empty Canvas

Writing my own story, I did pause for a while, Gave rest to these hands of mine which experienced situations that no one else would wish to, Experienced the touch of cheeks and the ashes too! And here they are, Tired and numb to feelings, Could no more sense the touch, The touch of love,... Continue Reading →

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