Who says Delhi is
a winter surprise?
Romance gets tougher
amidst shivery surrounds.
Scented candles are luring
or, novels are tempting,
where dark, foggy nights
hold mysteries of murders
by a romantic freak!
My God!
She walked out of the car;
her earrings whispered
to angels hidden amongst
foggy clouds perhaps...
Eyes did their act too:
almost stabbed me,
but words saved me
saved me so that
I can write for
another decade...
But I die every time
I hear her stories
just forget...
think there
is a cuckoo in winter!
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