Of black tea and wine glasses
Incomprehensible “le souvenier”s
Love half smiles through almond eyes
Geodes and precious four days
Entangled evenings and wakeful mornings
Too resolute to get immature
Too haphazard to conclude
Of birds…wings…feathers
Too restless to wait on a branch
Crazy to a happy moment
Disheveled to sorrowful ones
Gentle salty waters and dissident red rivers
Non reconcilable mind and soul
read between the lines...
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Thats true neerja... thats you... like every mm of you...
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