I meet her not too often
few hours of freshness
after many months of wait
and yet her thoughts keep burning within
rekindling hope
nurturing love
weaving possibilities
till we meet again
But when the time arrives
I forget all my plans in a trice
for I am lost in her ensemble
her deep luscious eyes
her meandering talks
lost in everything she does
or chose not to do
and, I like a fool
blabber anything but love
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Nice post…
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Thanks so much, Manish
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This is so true. Not just in love. Sometimes we plan so much in our mind…Do so much talking with ourselves but run out of words when we most need them.
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So well said. Thank you for your lovely read
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Beautiful 🙂
Have a great day 🙂
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Thanks so much. You have a great one too
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The kind of meeting our heart desire again and again.Beautiful words Shantanu
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Thanks so much my dear friend
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