Infinite Windows

By Anuradha

unkempt eyes ...

Some part of my life is really like this. disorganized.. missed .. ignored.


Things which are not perfect or heavenly as poetry are colorful n magnetic in their own ways...

Some part of your heart was .. was really like this ..imperfection used to look after it's beauty ...


oh ...how I loved you ....



A n u r a d h a

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