of love, life and lunacy
Friday, April 8, 2011
Loved and lost, lost and loved. . . .
Whispers still lingering under the blanket,
Songs and secrets amalgamating,
Sobs echoing happiness on the pillows,
And dreams casting shadow on the white walls,
Not often is life so beautiful.
With a hand on your hand, its nicer to dream....
bhin desi megh
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