Thursday, 21 July 2016

Taste of Thoughts

The dingy lane with an old friendly fragrance
takes me to an unfamiliar known arena of thoughts,
where seemingly justice smiles,
where love cries with a voice,
where smiles are smiles built with nothing but, feelings,
where the warm palm of a close friend comforts the heart,
where ideas drench in rain, and tears hide behind it,
where a sip of coffee with a gentle smile can wash away time,
where mathematically care is not evaluated,
where genuine is genuine but, 'where' is only a dream.

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