Wednesday, October 24, 2012

A late night walk

Her hands never abandoned mine,
We took off after nine.

Her arms were my dearest armour,
Yet my deadliest fear!

 Some sweet bangs when I said no;
Some wide hee-haws when I said yes;

Simulating guts in the scary street,
Abounding ease with every meet

Our never-ending strolls -
Broke off only at 'pani-puri' stalls;

Giggling at every little something,
We were the hopeless best-thing!

Here I am today, far --
But what does the heart crave for?

That same late night walk with her, 

One more time!


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