City through Her Wheelchair

While the world was fishing for that perfect one, I was strolling along with a lovely person on a wheelchair, Her excuse for stealing a wheelchair was that she couldn't walk at my pace by my side, And since the car could never make across those narrow lanes, Her excuse was justified, The city never... Continue Reading →

The Fugitive(s)

Running through the memory lane, They found the forbidden pictures of one another, Along the alleyway, Enjoying a beautiful slice of Neapolitan pizza, They discovered their true self, It wasn't a fancy restaurant, Neither was it some cliche destination, Away from the hush at Eatery, Miles away from the upbeat music, honks, and busy little... Continue Reading →

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