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That Smile

Your smile made those wrinkles disappear from my wretched countenance 

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Near Yet So Far

How many times I weave few words of love,
But refrain from showing you.
And those occasions when I harness some thoughts,
But abolish to express.
I often smile gazing the moon,
When I see your reflection in its shadow from time to time.
And the pitter-patter of raindrops on that windowsill,
How it reminds me of our endless talk.

The summer nights,
The starlit skies,
The evening hues,
The wilderness sights,

Every nature’s caper brings back the vivid memories,
The days of our bonding,
The trail of those beautiful times.

I try reaching out to you,
And though you are near,
Yet far away from my yearning heart

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You are like that song,
lingering to a point of annoyance,
Yet hard to abstain.

the tune glued permanently in my head,
No matter how hard I try,
The words fail to recollect,
And more I want to push it away,
It escalates with further vigor,
growing on me as the time advance.

And then after some time I recall the words,
the rhyme, the tune – displaying urgency it surges,
I sing it loud,
I hum it all day long,
With the hope that neither the syllable nor you will fail me this time around.

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You Define Me

Have you seen the birds chirping with no purpose,
Hopping from tree to tree like free souls?

Or looked up in the sky with spiral eyes,
Forming imaginary shapes through the array of clouds.

Have you lately sung at the top of your voice,
Elated as if you have conquered the world?

That’s how I feel every time we bond,
Stating that you are in my thoughts is an understatement,
for you define my very worth 

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Unattainable desires

As I was reading her mind a wicked smile crossed my lips. Despite the constraints, the wilderness, and the unfathomable possibilities my heart said, “you fit well in the scheme of my dreams.”

There were no words to bridge the vacuum, not an iota of distraction, but an unspoken imagination silently taking the shape of reality. The eerie strangely was a welcome change from the otherwise chaotic cacophony web of worldly distractions.

Then she stood up breaking the wielded dichotomy dissolving in the morning mist leaving her shadow behind for a mystery to be resolved.

I leaped in bewilderment with a hope to get her sight, one clue to comfort my anxiety. But an untold story is what I was left with. And I stood there restless – she was nowhere to be seen but her fragrance was still lingering long past her departure.

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