Bangalore Diaries ~

People gifted with windows... are destined to sit alone on the sunset hue..
Skies,lifted over rainbows .. will dissolve like butter in the moonlit blue...

Rain will envy her shower .. shadows are devoted followers .. She is calm n common... she is no wildflower ...


She is like a bird who carries a cage inside her heart .. like an ignored letter ...she is like a waiting passenger in me ... I fail to love ...


She is an evening in this city ...



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