Pancakes for Dinner
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too. During the quiet weekends we spent in each other’s arms, this was all that I thought of. With...
Pancakes for Dinner
Distance
The Vineyard
Petty, Puny, Pompous Mind
Dark Blossoms
The Truth
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Moon in the Morning
Silent Night, Moonlit Night
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“Why are you so silent?”
“Will the poetry that is leaving me, turn around to look at me, to say goodbye…”
Louis Wain
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The Bitter-sweetness Of It All
Blink
When Nature Dances
Being a Muslim in India