every time someone, something rattles me up I align in perfect poise with every twist and turn that shake me off balance I realign again and again all in a jiffy carefully hiding from those peering eyes broken shards of fuming red bruised blues weary yellow keeping up appearance. Jiffy
grainy prisoners of time scheming dreaming escapades all the while drifting like passengers towards the exit a gateway to another world. Grainy
Loop Once more I soak myself in that soothing melody….. Bekarar karke hame …yun na jaaiye……… a voice trickles down my ears, stirring long sedimented memories to the surface. I play the song […]
Quill like a paper cut into strips quilled into a desired Design. They were clipped stripped shaped to Fit, Only to be possessed a thing of Beauty forever Stuck! But now redefining like a quill molted detached free soaring high, rewriting history!