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Tuesday, 19 November 2013


Sitting on a window sill
With a mug of steaming coffee
Watching dispersing vacant thoughts
In the swirls of aromatic vapor
Wondering how they disintegrates
Into mundane nonchalance

Standing on the rooftop
With no significant intention
Feeling zephyr bopping around
Playing with invisible harp
Inkling melodious melody
On the nature’s canvas

Lying on the chesterfield
With blurry exultant visions
Pleased with astounding sensations
Weaving charming outlines
Shaping the dreams
On an unmitigated notepad

Playing on the mood
With imperceptible scheme
Guessing the lyrics
Frolicking with ink
Enlivens the beliefs
Embed deep inside.


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