The day you come to meet me,
bring me with you.
For, since the time you left,
I am in search of myself.

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Lying under the stars, I ask, "When you look up at the stars, do you ever think there might be more out there?"

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Eid Mubarak, you.

I never earlier wished you; didnot think it was necessary. And honestly, it was awkward to hear you reply Thank you to me. Maybe 'Same to you' would have sounded so close that the dust settled between us would have blown.
I think I think too much.
Maybe just a wish from me would have made you smile; happy that I do not hesitate thinking we have different faiths. After all, you did use to wish me on every Holi and Diwali.

Yesterday, i visited your Insta. Scared not to leave a digital leftover. An accidental like or a story tap. Unknowingly, I tapped your story only to see a snap of crescent moon on a blank sky with just one glowing star not near, a bit distant from it. 'Eid mubarak' you had written with it. A cursive font.
I typed Khair Mubarak to you, anticipating a conversation.
I know I shouldn't be texting you this late, I lost control.
When the moment of weakness passed over, i backspaced before you could know.

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It's 1 am...
and we are on the terrace .
I ask you what you see.
You say moon, stars and the sky.
I say YOU.
For the first time I ask you to put your palms on mine. And for the first time I see horizons meeting and galaxies melting into each other
I see light
Tonight, I shall be the universe.

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I'm not a never-ending cosmic space, hon' , always more to discover
I'm just a void , a black hole actually
The graveyard of stars where gravity is so strong that nothing can escape
And I'm afraid of this gravity; it squeezes everything inside of me in this tiny escape

And darling, if this is love
I would like to become one of the stars of those Andromeda's halo where my interiors burn like that of a star to outshine the darkness between us.

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The sun shines a little dim at dawn;
the faded stars giggle and close their eyes.
I wonder, "What has suddenly happened to this morn? Is this how I will fall in love? I know not."
Enchantments float in the air,
Guarded to make any noise.
I doubt,"There's something they want me to know,
Something they wanna show. "
Evanescing our existence
Now the golden morn aloft,
While two souls unite
With scarlet hearts and feelings soft.

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Dear February,

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Dear Baba,
If reading is an act of love, then I'm glad to read every letter of yours. While the readers await the letter, this time it's a writer on standby from writing.

However today, I recalled why I started writing here in the first place. It was to collect all the letters, poem, proses I ever wrote to people in one place. Metaphorically, YourQuote is that pot of plant standing on my terrace beneath which I hide my pastel coloured pages.

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