इतनी परछाईयाँ किस बात की ? beyond the still silhoutte
I can feel the blisters in my soul.He laughs at me, his eyes crinkling at the edges. I feel hurt, I feel abandoned. You betrayed me, I complain. My voice is a little girl’s voice. I tell him, wear always white.He says, little girl, comb your hair. I wake...
[पूरी पोस्ट]
Pratyaksha
37
4
0
4
5
[14 Mar 2010 09:25 AM]



Shuffle








