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इस्क-ए-सादिक़ में मश�-ू�..
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He inhales the aroma,exhaled by her heart.Love games captivate the air.- C Kumar
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I...I,worship an idol,in the temple of my heart,where the idol is of myself,and devotees plead for help.Even they are my manifestations. I,am at ease...
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I could enter her thoughts,but, not her.I broke up.After years of loneliness,he was facing the biggest fear of his life,love.She stole my heart.I took..
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Monday morning bluesis a ritual for me.The lousy sun,the pathetic crows,and even the pathetic alarm clock,conspire to ruin my sweet time.Just then she..
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ॐ त्र्यम्बकं यजामहेसु-ंध..
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The sunset boulevard ain't beauteous.
They stink of the routine chaos.
A walk down there refuses to end.
No reason to stop my strides.
Ladies invi..
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Enter the masterinto his den.His face speaks of exhaustion,after a long day of labour.But he's in for a pleasant surprise.I stand at the hallway,with ..
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She's short,sweet,simple,yet could burn mewith her lustrous eyes.They say,to kill a man's heart,you ought to be a fashion freak.You need to weara masq..
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Drowsy eyes wake up,to the frenzy of a lousy day.I break away,from comforts of cushions,to stand up,devoid of any virility.Fingers hunt the bedroom,fo..
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