"I put my arms up in the shadow game stop Ctkti Velvet game stop Eye shadow on the pitch Faye's keep it light and not blinded to the boiling lava."
News of the Dada Saheb Phalke award buzzing mind is filled with satisfaction. Itta attachment from buzzing. I do not know why, maybe more Kribiyt realize their words only. His words, his home - courtyard - hallway and Nook - met at the intersection everyday lives. Gulzar's words of love have been an aberration share. Was returning from Bhopal. For Patna. Itarsi railway station the train stops long enough. I loiteringly reached at the book stall. One eye Gulzar's book "fifteen to seventy five on". But no. The book costs Rs 200. There were only 300 note in my pocket. Was meant to reach Patna at Rs 100. The twenty-hour journey are rarely 100 bucks to fix. But only on the first page of the book by reading some poems heading - 'hiccups - hiccups come rain' then 'cactus that grows in the head' and 'sky started ripening Knpttiaan', 'city seemed the elderly'. The result, I could not stop myself from buying the book. I remember that while getting down at Patna Junction in my pocket a note of only ten survived. So the importance of words is buzzing lay them aside, and his lyrics were a million to one side. Landscape nature of words from buzzing large pane extends our own dark room. Gulzar says that poetry itself is just not fun to have words, it includes both Musikhi game stop and Muswvri. Unless they become an Najm is just a statement. No juice - no color. Gulzar saab with Bdhaiyon'm game stop sharing a poem at his Calcutta. Collection of fifteen to seventy five cities in which they think the title is written for adults. Calcutta game stop Flights canceled game stop despite having three times the desire to increase again this verse. Calcutta (Kolkata)
Old screw, Menken, who had driven out, there are well served, in the corner
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