You termed my call a formality, but I called you for the unknown reason that you will never understand and undoubtedly I will never express…
Me,
The curtailed current of emotions,
The fallacies sprouting devotion.
And you,
The stimuli to my devotion,
The fallacies sprouting emotions.
Me,
The still character behind the virgin maroon curtain,
Least prepared to face your reply.
And you,
The curious admirer over the maroon cushion,
Contented with best dialogue delivery.
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Me, the premise and you, the epilogue,
Piece of the same story, yet we never met.
Fine Dining
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The other day the old man decided to eat out. By himself. He chose this *udupi
*close to his house. The place brought back some old memories. Some
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10 years ago
1 comment:
bhaiya u are getting better with every poem of yours..... great this was just so good...keats in making...
samajhne ke liye dimaag bhi lagaana padd raha hai.
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