اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
fading portraits
hang crooked on the half plastered walls
the familiar smell of smoke
still has it's presense
and i induldge
because the closure keeps us sane
in memories
that insanity provides us with
that mirror gives me a look
throws back a haunting reflection of my face
and photographs are scattered on that wooden floor
just like my memories
