With the coffee cup in hands,. Calm, soothing morning breeze around. Walking along the empty shore. Do you still reminisce? About my broken heart,. Your cold, dark soul. Because, my dear! The waves have been wildly splashing. Along the edges of my feet every evening. And so is the mood of my thoughts. And the feel of my eyes. As if, the roaring sea-water. Within its wide, compassionate chest. Is hiding so silently, my pinching grief.

Workings of a confused mind. Workings of a confused mind. Workings of a confused mind. Workings of a confused mind. Some battles they say are meant to be fought alone. Some distances are supposed to be maintained and some ties are meant to be severed.

Scoopy gave me this for eidi. What goes of your father? I was watching Afridi go boom boom on the windies when I heard Sofi say. Argh, wassup with these Pseudo Photographers with there Fancy DSLRS? I inquired, without taking my eyes away from the screen. These young toads think they are pro photographers if they own a Fancy DSLR. One of the toad has photographer writer in his profile.