you still haunt me,
dear one.
in the darkness
i still try catch
a glimpse
of the elusive
i,
boycut,
girlie dress
sarees donot
drape you,
dare not
rather
in the
fond belief
that
fleeting if you go
from my dream,
equally
lightingly
you will come back
to your rightful place,
to
adorn my
wishful reviery.
you still are
in my system,
fulfillingly,
wishtfully,
disturbingly,
and
yet
mine
all the same.
..atp
14.01.2008.
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