# Micro Poetry 428

it's december, wear the fog as dress, bathe in winter sun, sleep in deep forest of memories, it's december..

# Micro Poetry 427

And on the days she was the sun in his eyes, lights up his life and on some days she was the moon in darkest hour ..

# Micro Poetry 426

Some moments never leave you..

# Micro Poetry 425

It still hurts.. sometimes.. when I think about you..

# Micro Poetry 424

She is the ache he feels in loneness..

# Micro Poetry 423

The faded hues of Evening Sky makes me fall in love with the Horizons I can't touch.. 

# Micro Poetry 422

कुछ  यादों  को  ज़रा  गुद-गुदाते  हुऐ  गुज़री  हैं  सर्द  हवा,  तनहाई  के  कंबल  में  इनको  समेटने  की  नाकाम  कोशिश  करता  हूँ ।