It's midnight, around 4 am
and all I can see is
the silhouette of the fan
sputtering dark air
on my pale face
on my sleeping soul
sleeping since eons
with the faint taste of music
that is
blending in Your silence
ethereal yet confusing.

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achal rangaswamy said…
http://www.mohdrafi.com/meri-awaaz-suno/mohd-rafi-tu-bahut-yaad-aaya.html
couldnt help sharing with you the thrill of seeing my blog post being carried on another site. that of my idol. and what really shook me up were the numerous comments and views of the members of this large community called Rafi fans...you should read that part.....Mindblowing (thats what you youngsters call it, dont you??)
September 1, 2009 at 10:22 PM
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