The busy city traffic,in between
A few moments,a cup of coffee...
The familiar clouds,and a monochrome sky
A few pastels,you had left behind...
The singular cobweb in a lone corner
A dream,slipped,off a careless lip...
The thorn of a rose,clung to it
A morsel of my warmth...
A thousand dirty feet,and my Howrah bridge,amidst
Lies,my dark fairytale.....
A few moments,a cup of coffee...
The familiar clouds,and a monochrome sky
A few pastels,you had left behind...
The singular cobweb in a lone corner
A dream,slipped,off a careless lip...
The thorn of a rose,clung to it
A morsel of my warmth...
A thousand dirty feet,and my Howrah bridge,amidst
Lies,my dark fairytale.....
and it is a nice representation of the fairytale.nice poem.
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