Refrain
There’s this song in my headand all its notes are blurred,yet as the words in it fade,it still strains to be heard. In the dark it glows and flows,like trails of rusty tears,while its chorus forever singsof all my deepest
And there are voices in the night. The wind. The chimes. The dogs barking. The trees rustling. But I can’t hear them unless I’m on the terrace. The fan, running at full speed for the first time this year. Fingers
The Akshay Patra Indiblogger Meet : The Who When Where and What
All pictures used here have been clicked by Kuntal Gupta. Thanks Kuntal for letting me use them to colour my post. You’re da man. The Indiblogger meet had been announced almost a month earlier, and was to be held on the
Road
every road i have to walk and every key that has no lock and every door i’ve had to knock on when evening comes. and every night without a day and every word i have to say and every barn
