Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Breakfast at the Bridges in Lucknow



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  • ख्वाबों के परिंदे
    खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक   तुम्हारे ...
  • At night
    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...
  • Dissociation
    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...