Tuesday, November 17, 2009

quixotian mooring's




On the oceans of aloofness sometimes you encounter maudlin moments of togetherness.



A land where the lie of life won't hurt you


Craving for starlit nights under open skies, will mend the broken heart aglow.










Walking down those quiet streets, I’m always dreaming.

The great wall of disbelief straddling the divide of factual realism and the quixotic visions of grandeur.



endless spasms of restless wander deep within my head






at

Ek Sach

 Hum apne aap se bhi chup ke rote hain

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