you are the gentle breeze, that comes with the flavor of dry soil far from the desert on a fevered day of April 23rd, kisses me and blows away, coz u have to be blown through a violin this eve at the Sandisco Party to make an enchanted melody, tomorrow morning u will have to depart towards the garden village to say 'hi' to a red rose which is waiting to be shared with two lovers, I fear the day after tomorrow you will have to go back to heaven to call the summer. I don't know whether you will come back to me or not, whether you will kiss me or not……..but I am still waiting for the smell of dry soil on the April 23rd and will be waiting forever...........................
I love questions without answers And answers without question Tell me Would you answer Or question? Sometimes no question is question And silence Is the best answer How many questions exist between One silence to another silence How many answers Lie between One question to another I love moments without memories And memories without moments Would you be My memory or moment? If you asked me same question I would rather be silent.
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