You never asked yourself, why!
I did, the answers may not be pleasant or nice,
But at least, now I know or I am somewhere near knowing,
Where are you?

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How do I bring logic,
And sound sane-
About things I cannot explain?
Like past life contracts!
How do I fulfill them-
If I don't know what the contract is?
How do I put it across to you,
And expect you to understand?
How!
How do I explain, when I don't understand it, myself!

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'I miss you'
Hope I could say that to you,
Without feeling insane!
But of course, when was love ever sane?
Is this love?
How strange indeed!
I don't know you at all,
I won't either, yet, it persists with a dangerous alacrity,
Refusing to ebb away into oblivion;
I heard a poet sing, we might ebb away,
But not our love!
How about the nameless , unlabelled, unclaimed love?
Will it stay too?
If it can persist and thrive so well, without being nourished,
Perhaps it can, perhaps it will.

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Thank God that she was in brackets,
Or you won't have been so free after all!

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I am not allowed to miss you,
But I do...
Logic and reason, finds no season-
In this forever;
I just need to know you are well,
I just need to know you are thriving,
I just need to stop needing all this,
But I can't seem to.

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It did be a very confusing universe,
Filled with here and there,
Implausibilities and impossibilities.

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Sometimes I wonder if my love for you,
Is just a curse re glorified as love!
You came and stayed rent free in my mind,
To the extent of unbelievable!
Like how can any human,
Think about another human,
That constantly!
Not even a mother wonders,
About her own flesh and blood that much!
Yet, here I am, wondering-
What do you need from me, you ask?
Nothing really, just need to know you are fine!
You ran, you played, you are ok, you are alive-
Why? I really do not know!

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I posted two minutes before 10 pm-
That's how active I am!!!
If typing was a sport,
Then I did be an Olympian!
If reading was a sport,
I did be a Greek God,
Right about now!
The clock ticks , just minutes away from 10,
Now I must rush, let these lines be
My Cinderella shoe left behind!

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to
On some days,
Let it be, let it be,
Only on some days,
What am I to do,
If it is so most days,
Let it be, let it be;
I will convince myself otherwise,
For how else to live,
If not under the delusion of living;
But some days I do wonder,
am I truly alive, without you?

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Am I breathing for me?
Isn't this yours?
'yes' heart murmurs

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