The rust of trivia, smears, stains my mind,
corroded by my sins, I maunder blind.
Venerated Thy name, my sole refuge,
peace, joy, solace and bliss in Thee I find.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
After the rain
Sometimes renewal arrives softly, one tender green shoot at a time. Rain reclaims forest, those dusty summer-scorched leaves. Tender greens ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
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