Where did we go the last time the train stopped what happened then a brigand of runaway clouds talked to us did we ever reach home home is the unknown we always stayed and the sounds outside... a train of simmering thoughts just screamed past who broke a violet sky who upturned your Garhi*
who dropped elderly secrets on your palm who asked you a question where are we going now... who would answer the kisses who would wrap the wind in your eyes who would love you even more © Amitabh Mitra * Garhi - A small Fort/Palace in Northern India.
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