I sit in silence. Its afternoon and I have just had lunch. On a full stomach, I am experiencing that part of the day when the real around me fades into a swirling mass of half real imagined thoughts. Images come and go, mixing, flowing into one another and then you.
You are here. And I smile.
You are here. And I smile.
2 comments:
Bring out those offbeat and eccentric poems of yours. Just
"tum mere paas hote ho goya, jab koi doosra nahin hota"...this was the sher that ghalib was ready to exchange his entire diwan (collection) for...
u are on the same lines... the makings of a genius?
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