Tender August 21, 2011Anusha Parthasarathy 3 Comments She remembered the sweetness of those lips as they cringed and then sighed, tender still, unlike the bitter deceased.
Last time August 17, 2011Anusha Parthasarathy 1 Comment I await you.. by your footsteps… The clock mocks me…strikes the time… And my thoughts are no longer mine… I tell myself again “This is the last time.”