While dark turns darker with winter winds . i often find me alone in the solitary lanes of heart.
To blame one, is indecent & blame self won't console, at all.
Time kept me alone & thats became reality of my life.
some one wrote in her profile that "my whole tiredness would wipe off with tonight's slumber"
But what about me?
Nights are "slush" to me and to smash them up i always need a morning slumber with a wish that "this would end with a fragrance of smile with wet hair & a coffee mug in her hand..."
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