The Peacock Glory Gasping for the Breath of your Sweet presence, My thoughts Toss and turn In the bed of my dreams! Pain like a Monsoon peacock Dances all over My sleepless limbs As they toss and turn In the bed of my dreams! Why
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Missing You “How can you miss me?” Asked her SMS! “I am at the tip Of your finger, Floating along The worldwide web” My fingers typed A wistful reply “The illusive web of Your virtual shadows Fan the fire of Your absence even more…
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