Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

twogether stories

Sometime, some day, How many stories have you heard begin like this? Once upon a time, There was a girl- Who used to sing wonderful songs? And usually they went To the sound of a treacherously innocent smile… Once there was this girl, Whose smile I used to wear, Around my neck, like a thousand [...]

missing

patter of rain.tiny rivulets of murky water streaming on the road.sickly sweet tea.bitter cigarette.hair plastered to face.exhausted.something is lacking here.

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    The lines generally are from some poem which I have, at some point of time or the other, loved. I do not mean, by including them, to be snotty or pretentious- but I would love it if you could identify the lines, and take much joy if you were interested enough to search them and read the original poems. If not- you can ignore them.

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