There's no circle of heat
where this groundless horizon glitters
a meaningless joy rises and vanishes like smoke
but like an insistent shadow
like running water
there's life, there's love
and somewhere you are still.
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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...