Quadrille One :- Hoodwinked She embraces me from behind, I dodge hurriedly, Since long she's been knocking on my doors for a tete-a-tete, I amuse her with my pending list of chores, She offers her unsolicited help, Hindsight convinces that was her trap, Focus lost, Sleep hoodwinks, Wins. Quadrille Two :- Uprooted When colours change... Continue Reading →

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