I feel beating retreat
sitting on back seat
with my increasing heart beat.
When lips meet
sitting on front seat
we feel bittersweet
because love is incomplete.
I can't level myself with words, it is what I do everyday that defines me, complicated but simple
Holi, the Indian "Festival of Colors," is far more than a vibrant spectacle of pigment and water. While it marks the arrival of...
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