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The invisible trail of fragrance left by your conditioned hair,
The warmth of your embrace in the winter this year.
Your luscious locks where my fingers twirled
Your soft skin where I tightly coiled.

These notes go through my heart as I slide along the frets.
The laughter echoes in cries
What I’d do to pay the cost
Shouldn’t matter anyway when it’s lost.

Image credit –Β eberhard grossgasteiger

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    1. Hi Pradita, I have been busy with my musical collab and a musical project, and besides composing and recording music there are other aspects that need equal attention. That kept me away. Thank you for your concerns, I hope you are doing well. Wishing you Happy Tihar, Tihar is what Depawali is in Hindi. And yeah I’ll have my collab on my blog in 2 or 3 days. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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      1. Nice to hear that you’ve been busy being creative. All the very best for your ventures and thank you for your lively wishes. 😊 I didn’t know Tihar is what Deepawali was called in Hindi. Thanks for that

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