Friday evewhole of the stuff in a hurry to reach their homes
I was quietly moving down the memory lane of happenings
traffic seemed to soar ever before
pungent petro-smell in the air of Rajpath
but probably my heart missed your duo
I have never come that close to you
or probably I have forgotten
my sense of smell is like that of dogs
but how come
I have no data at my hard drive
my dumpy brain took me to task
I promised it
Now if you chanced to come in my proximity
I shall remember that
but I know
I may not be
my heart asks again
why the hell
you guess too much of you
I simply laughed at the interiors
security guards were slowly taking their shifts
it was dark already
and I know you have left the place much earlier
otherwise
I could have got your odour from the thins
coming straight to me from your office building
this time my brain was annoyed at the hysteric behaviour
it always says
their are hell of beauties around you
I know
every beauty is special
but some special
the reason is simple
they have a different aura around them
that makes the dud life live
with cosy and silky petals
of exuberance
source: shipra.v
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