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Joystick of memory


Only if I had the joystick of memory,

rewind and no fast forward,

flick of time,

wind blowing my forever candle,

ahem! was just yesterday,

flame grilled moments,

we steaked simplicity and small joys,

marinated with love,

such were the days,

laughter wasn’t sold on shelves,

we simply made them alive,

ever sold a hug,

ask your chums and buds!

 

With Love

V

 

 

 

 

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Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

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