The kohl of your eyes,relished in it
A tired mask,my own...
Forgotten,in the city's filth...
The wristwatch,you described in
My life sketch...
Soaked,in the first dawn's dewdrops...
The whole of a residue,left in between
Penned,amid six strings,a few et cetera...
Over a cup of tea,I realise
The me,within.....
A tired mask,my own...
Forgotten,in the city's filth...
The wristwatch,you described in
My life sketch...
Soaked,in the first dawn's dewdrops...
The whole of a residue,left in between
Penned,amid six strings,a few et cetera...
Over a cup of tea,I realise
The me,within.....
a very big necessity ..self realization. and we never know when it will happen and through what we get it.and we just get it as 'residues' after all.
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