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Jugnu Si (Like a Gloworm)


Late into troubled nights
I have often caught myself flaunting
A flicker of a smile, unaware.
It must be you thinking about me
After your two shots of Vodka
Or is it Rum 
That you have these days?

Comments

  1. Alcohol induced thoughts...many ways to go with those...smiles and heartaches, both!

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  2. Alcohol brings out our inner thoughts in ways sometimes we cannot deal with... good and bad memories that take hold of us stronger because of the alcohol...

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  3. good text. and launna is absolutely right.
    thank you btw for your lovely comment on my blog ... and for your warm words.
    they are highly appreciated <3

    x
    dahi

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  4. Those images one creates, when away from someone ... lovely and painful at the same time ... beautiful write ... :)

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