By Neelu   

Smoke up the new fire,
the chaff into the raging,
icy winter morning.
Soft purple sun rays covered porch and. ...
Smoke up
Old heart throbing fairytale,
determination in a crazy mood, hallucinations, fear..
The smoke and by the end of dust,
chilled wind,surge..
Faded picture of the nature under the silts of dust,
Silent small smiles ,
joy, celebration of memory .

Smoke is unrestricted!
Absolute emotion in the closed sound in the clouds of the delayed morning ferry.......
In the distant sky, the flame of the earthen oven fire burns on the skinny body and binds the smoke from the distance of touching the house.

You know the monuments of moments , faded colourful day and the smoke goes through the pane of God. .....!

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