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Glass.
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Feb 15, 2013. The evening reminds me of you,. The evening with its smell of wet earth, rain and madness. And a restless despair grips my heart. I miss your touch,. Your beautiful bustling body, scarred with people, pressed close against mine. I miss your smell, your taste, your poetry. And I crave you, you, you,. My city, my muse, my whore. Kaal Boyshaakhi. :P. Made it sound as Bengla as I could.). February 15, 2013 at 9:39 AM. February 23, 2013 at 1:27 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Glass.
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Jan 3, 2014. It's the season of letters. Letters, lovingly handwritten, heavy with the weight of unsaid words. Letters that are oceans, where whole new worlds live in silence beneath the surface of the page. Riddhi G. Dastidar. Dhutteri, aaro lekh na. May 3, 2014 at 8:21 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Little snippets of Random Philosophy. Poetry in making(but not quite.). The year that has been. Its the season of letters. Letters, lovingly hand. The City in July. Musings Of A Movie Maniac.
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Glass.
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Nov 24, 2013. Whenever you write to me, I smile a little, wrapping myself up in the easy familiarity of our conversations: warm, old and nostalgic. Like old wine in a bottle, waiting to be popped. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Little snippets of Random Philosophy. Poetry in making(but not quite.). The year that has been. Whenever you write to me, I smile a little, wrappi. The City in July. Musings Of A Movie Maniac. Dancing on the Window Sill. Window to a world.
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Glass.: November 2013
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Nov 24, 2013. Whenever you write to me, I smile a little, wrapping myself up in the easy familiarity of our conversations: warm, old and nostalgic. Like old wine in a bottle, waiting to be popped. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Little snippets of Random Philosophy. Poetry in making(but not quite.). The year that has been. Whenever you write to me, I smile a little, wrappi. The City in July. Musings Of A Movie Maniac. Dancing on the Window Sill. Window to a world.
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Glass.: April 2013
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Apr 21, 2013. On nights like these, when the air is heavy with the smell of rain, I long for you. There’s a storm in my heart, and I wait. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Little snippets of Random Philosophy. Poetry in making(but not quite.). The year that has been. On nightslike these, when the air is heavy with th. The City in July. Musings Of A Movie Maniac. Dancing on the Window Sill. Window to a world. Awesome Inc. template. Template images by billnoll.
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Glass.: January 2014
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Jan 3, 2014. It's the season of letters. Letters, lovingly handwritten, heavy with the weight of unsaid words. Letters that are oceans, where whole new worlds live in silence beneath the surface of the page. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Little snippets of Random Philosophy. Poetry in making(but not quite.). The year that has been. Its the season of letters. Letters, lovingly hand. The City in July. Musings Of A Movie Maniac. Dancing on the Window Sill. Window to a world.
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Glass.
http://soliloquydiaries.blogspot.com/2014/07/on-days-like-this-theres-aching-deep.html
Jul 18, 2014. On days like this, there's an aching deep inside my heart. I know it well, we've been friends a while;. It breaks my heart, but it keeps me company. When the rain digs up ghosts of summers past. Rain has that annoying ability to make you blue but still love it. July 18, 2014 at 1:23 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Little snippets of Random Philosophy. Poetry in making(but not quite.). The year that has been. On days like this, theres an aching deep inside m. The City in July.
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Glass.
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Sep 22, 2012. Sometimes you want something so much, it hurts. So you make stories out of silence, and listen to them over and over again. And the sound grows and grows and rushes all over you till you can't hear anything else. And then, in the silence, you drown. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Little snippets of Random Philosophy. Poetry in making(but not quite.). The year that has been. Sometimes you want something so much, it hurts. So. The City in July. Musings Of A Movie Maniac. Window to a world.
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Glass.
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Apr 21, 2013. On nights like these, when the air is heavy with the smell of rain, I long for you. There’s a storm in my heart, and I wait. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Little snippets of Random Philosophy. Poetry in making(but not quite.). The year that has been. On nightslike these, when the air is heavy with th. The City in July. Musings Of A Movie Maniac. Dancing on the Window Sill. Window to a world. Awesome Inc. template. Template images by billnoll.
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Glass.: June 2013
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Jun 18, 2013. It was the kind of day when you ran into yourself in the street, gave a little nod and a smile and wondered where you had seen you before. And when you came back home, you looked into the mirror and realized it hadn't been you after all, but a stranger, from a different time, a different place, a different world. Jun 4, 2013. I climb and I climb, hand over feet, hand over feet, towards the light. Jun 3, 2013. Somewhere, unnoticed, in the garden of forgetting, a tiny flower blooms.
