when time returns
a flight of soul-birds
knocking quietly her skin
every passing day
the wind enters
fusing heart with bone
eyes with silent mouth
time passes
she sleeps
never lets go
his hand.
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खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ... -
At night at night you're not here at night at night you're not here any more than day at night you're not here no more do I dre... -
The steam from the black coffee rose in a jagged, translucent swirl, a ghost of heat against the sharpening chill of the Dehradun morning. I...