Thursday, November 26, 2015

Past Midnight

Moving down the lanes,
I see her laughing,
Might not be a laugh… but just a smirk.
Whatever, it was… it stuck me!

Heart isn’t bleeding… it isn’t paining either,
Then why I am penning the moment.
Or, the memories… far apart live by your side
When you pen down your emotions!

Moving again, this Weakest LINK moves to new lanes…
Might some new face will embrace my path…
And, will allure me to her laugh!

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