early summer morning a dream knocked my door,when opened saw a friend from west with mourning eyes,tight lipped and talking face.i washed her hands and feet and made a camp in my backyard.i made some thick tandoori naans.she had brought me honey from her past.
when i opened my eyes i realise it was just a mere dream or was it?i searched for her everywhere but could not find her anywhere yes it was a dream.
BUT,when i touched the tandoor it was still hot adnd i could still feel the taste of honey.
heard some bullets were fired in east,heard some dream were killed in east.............
sameer
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sameer says:
early summer morning a dream knocked my door,when opened saw a friend from west with mourning eyes,tight lipped and talking face.i washed her hands and feet and made a camp in my backyard.i made some thick tandoori naans.she had brought me honey from her past. when i opened my eyes i realise it was just a mere dream or was it?i searched for her everywhere but could not find her anywhere yes it was a dream. BUT,when i touched the tandoor it was still hot adnd i could still feel the taste of honey. heard some bullets were fired in east,heard some dream were killed in east............. sameer