We took the same road,tumbled at the same spot,laughed at the same irony..but felt different.There was an acre of distance between us,but a common sky and.. the common prick.There was a noise that smoked of the same fascination,but had burnt a few desires.There was heat due to the sun,but the moon had always frozen due to a bad whether.
There was an uninspiring God,but always a purple cosmos.
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look who is weaving magic here!
@ poison coated elixir
magic got more magical !
ps.i love saffron.
oh so beautiful ... so beautiful with tis smoke and pin pricks ,...... magical ....
thankyou for sharing this one
The water at the banks of Ganges feels exactly the same as this writing of yours. They relax your nerves and wraps its cold self around your body while giving you much warmth.
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