Haidar's Corner

the Night calls this traveler for a tètè-a-tètè even vigilant Moon is not privy to this clandestine plot, hatches, then thickens cocky, sinister, silent mirth filters through like waft of aroma snakes the air nostril-bound - the eyes see nought for sight in the darkness, is of the mind finally a breakthrough as daybreak draws near and with no ado my guest hurriedly departs before the Sun unveils itself. Haidarwali 201706270059hrs

like ants upon finding a trove flurry of excitement flows but now I heave this burden wearily drooped shoulders atop aching bones dried skin wraps spent flesh delayed fate won't be denied its recompense like bubbles blown; brimming to burst the world's just a droplet in the Universe! Haidarwali 201706250226hrs