Sandhya Adhikari

He hasn't read Frost but walks hours before he sleep.

Don't fall for me. Because I read more and more and I will read you. Because I will make you my writing piece.

I was wandering down the lane the other day. I tried to divert my sense, tried to react chill, tried to vanish, tried to  disregard,

He can’t be mine He, is a man. Man, of divergent age. Age, two fold mine.

Can’t impress her with Illusion of thicker lashes, She knew it’s the effect of voluminous mascara.