after the dry leaves of the winter fall in innumerable drops the spring comes the cover-face of spring means a note-book of the rain-tree letting…
Comments closedafter the dry leaves of the winter fall in innumerable drops the spring comes the cover-face of spring means a note-book of the rain-tree letting…
Comments closedhow much has been burnt the lips of the aalpanaa by the heat of the blue letters the absentmindedness that can penetrate this flavour gets…
Comments closed1. the wind is prone to grand festival if you cook your own food by burning your hands in the day time at night then…
Comments closedbefore the dense shower of rain i’ve placed by notebook for taking autograph before the whole-night music-show before the non-busted shell of tear-gas but i…
Comments closedsomeone falls in loves someone makes love love comes to some another there is the far-off whispering at first she constructs me then destroys rightly…
Comments closedthe love that touches the hand in drizzling the love that gets lost in the brandishing grasses would they want to inform that the flowers…
Comments closedwho’s won the muddy-battle was yesterday’s politics my addiction is actually to cater the pouch of love to develop all vitamins and all bathrooms people…
Comments closedwhen borrowing the religion of the night-queen i fall in love then is it real that our mangoes and jack-fruits can make the perfumed-soap vigorously…
Comments closedit is circulated deep into the soil that you’ve wore the dress of paraffin in the multidimensional wind of the winter the cash-memo of the…
Comments closedthe apparent golden pot that i thought to be the underneath of a kadam-tree in the dim light i can notice that the stars in…
Comments closedthe syllabus of the balcony continues the black-blossom just beneath your chick can’t be extinguished the waves that are moving with their own axes smile…
Comments closedLines more lunatic than the sun – 1 . making my friendship with the water-pigeon does not mean that i’ve acknowledged all devotion of the…
Comments closedwho has lied in the box made up of the temperature of god all on a sudden there is a hue and cry in the…
Comments closedin course of burning i look around the chilly-plant in the tob planted in my won-hand producing green-chillies oh-ho how sweet they are it is…
Comments closeddo suppose that the soil calls you by a whistling sound made by contracting its lips in repeated spell of weeping the oscillation of leaves…
Comments closedan undertone is speaking from within the solitude now i’m in very much distress or i’m in love i don’t know my love is what-for…
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