I picked up for you! A pearl in the shell of a lotus leaf.
Do u still remember! An echo in midnight glass windows gushing shattering rain.
I wish white doves beaked with red ribbons knotted with twigs to sum nest of corner huts. Never knew the corner in the heart after the death of the mother was left for my brother. But and if are sudden words though pain is just miles apart. An abstract virtue laid still in the vision of clear v with birds that flock together.
Some shadows are so tilted that the breeze withstands miles of distance. A frosted window pane littered finger in some ecstatic poster colors pots on some tables and various no of art brushes on the floor 146 x3. Where am I!
A hairbrush and a lofty ponytail with a cup of coffee whispering a huge hug.
In these 35 years this is the first time I couldn't hug you or gift you except a word of the sacred thread of delicate bond of brotherhood in tales of lives left.
2 hearts left ..if found a brother for a sister & if felt a sister for a brother.
A pure heart says Nidhi.