Ephiphany is an intrication at times.

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The silence was understood..
its not words but his narrow squint and warmth that tells me
He loves me.

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It was a starlit night
But the stars refused to twinkle
For it was my fate coercing me
To let the angel of my life
Leave the best parts of me.

I was staring at the starry sky
The thoughts deeper than the
Lonely black welkin.

Why did cupid take away my dear,
Or was it me who never reaped it
Until it was all gone.

It still wearies me but
With every scream of the bat
I realise it's late
And it is me who has to
Learn to pave paths alone.
Learn to wipe tears alone.
Learn to just move on!!!

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What's more blurr, the picture or the life now??

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It was an ebb of love
an ebb of togetherness...

the epitome of love ,
gently receding
the sands through the hourglass!

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Not everyone knew the feeling of souls being touched is ecstatic. It's a bliss to love and to be loved!!

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Eyes in eyes
Hands in hand
Souls united
it was him who became important .
With all the bolters known
With all the objections thrown
It was and it will be him
who cared for the disturbed soul!

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It is him who infers my silence
more than my words .
It is him who loves me
more than anyone here.
The hopeful eyes linger for the days
when he would greet my forehead
with the frisk of his lips,
The cockcrow not waking me but
he with his touch wishing me sunup!!

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It's been a real long time
since i have visited the terrace,
next to my room.
I often hear the bats screaming and
helping me realise that its late now
and I am all alone,all by myself.
I try to get up, clean up my balcony
and sit there someday;
but the busy clock advices me
to clean up my shelf
and work there everyday.
a coffee in one hand and
cellphone in other
was always a beautiful view,
But for the world now,
a pen in one and notes in
other is an elated look.
The world around thinks
these broad and deep wrinkles
are of joy,
If only few could know
how I miss my mornings ...🖤

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Being missed by someone is a blessing!

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