In my world, I mean to say there are some things I need to say, There’s no pain, isn’t there any memory washed away in merciless rain. Gushing down pour by pour, in my miraculous life I believe, Is the…
Try stirring with your golden spoon, the air in the empty vessel you see on the table next to you, Give it a nice taste on your ever-longing tongue, and let it give you goosebumps with its…