Tag: poem

  • LATE ARRIVAL OF SLEEP

      her familiar old habit of village,where it gone ? Sleep came touched my eyelid and returned back Wide open eyes, i am waiting for new sleepy yawn her familiar old habit of village,where it gone ? She is always late may be because my Laptop is ON Mind want a complete and pure peace…

  • INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC

      fine instrumental music coming out, from the humming rive-e-thought, because of your closeness-o-romance, Enjoying gift-e-shiver throughout Reference to Read it is below :