Burned.

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Burned.

Illusions often break to leave a scar. In dreams i didnt realise the real world was far. Abandoned in a wink, i had no home. Legs too weak to find a hope. Burned in the fire of truth i walked Miles away now, i am still bogged.   PRAGATI VERMA

The Red Dress

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The Red Dress

“Stop it.”, he stood straight near her chair. “And what am I supposed to stop?” She turned around him keeping her mug on the table. He lowered and brought his face in front of her to get the perfect eye contact, “Hacking into my dreams.”  She turned all pink and stole away her eyes as […]