You inch closer and I feel your breath running down my skin.
I trace the shadow of your face and cares your hair, in this light so dim.
Your hair smells of baby oil,
Inside our quilt.
When I initiate a chilly toe fight
You'd come up, and leave me pecks on my lips.
Whisper in a muffled voice,
That just for tonight
We should sleep in.
We lie entangled and entwined
There only remains an US
In this set up of you and I
I wonder at times what wouldn't
I trade, to be lying next to you
Here like this
Here I have the world
Given to me in his smile.
He'd strach his neck with a flick
With his mouth full of milkcake
He'd say he's really not into sweet things.

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I know, I try to be the artist who plays the perfect tunes but all I do is end up pulling the strings too tight. I've tried working out our symphony, I've tried dancing to your tunes.I have spent hours tutoring myself to be in the perfect pitch, base and volume for you. I have put my best lyrics forward,I have tried matching up the rythm you've always set apart for us.I swear, am trying! 

I just somehow end up being your noise! 
I don't know what melody struk you?! 
That you're still holding on to me?! 

Honestly, Everything here is cluttered bits of so called music and I find you to be brave, when you still ask me to play one more time.I don't know how long will it take to play a tune that suits your taste. 

But I will keep trying!

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I see you fighting for us, with me at times. I feel stupid enough to bother you with all the nonsense I can pose as a woman, and yet I become a child now and then!

There are these flashes of immediate unnecessary demands and unreasonable arguments that I put forth you. I know you must be thinking....that you never signed up for this!

The daily monotony, takes us deeper over the rosy sea of our romance and even though, you try to keep it to a fixed yet stringent schedule of emotions and conversations,I want you to be more vulnerable and deep with us. The time isn't a determinant of the level of understanding we share. It's only our derived silence that shows  we can wait until the "right" time.  

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You leave me with no traces of our love.
There are no tokens of, amber amulets.
There are no wilted flowers to be, mourning this death.
Just the hollow of our eyes never crossing each other.
The void of loss and something replaced.
The modern love doesn't mourn or cry, it has ways of coping up and passing things by.
There will be few minutes that we'll want to try and then again, the failed attempts of stagnant conversation will have to halt our minds.
You disappear like a ghost.
Then come back running like everything's fine.
Look at the doormat and my face,
We work the same and replaced with time.
To my dead feelings that come out of the grave with time, Stay burried. They'll turn you to a zombie and you'll have to survive feasting on rotten minds.

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I have warned you,
And I put myself at the risk of it again.
I am hung up on you, you drive me insane.
These strong passions and romantic trends are put of your bounds.
Know that I'd still love you without any sound.
I don't write much but you just carve your way.
I know a woman in love is useless, but it's with you,
I want to end my day

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With you I have learnt the ordeals of ordinary,
The pleasures of a grounded time.
I appreciate what you become with the moment,
Something more refined.
The agitation of a stagnant time pulls you in whirlpools,
I just know somehow, you're meant for stars beyond Neptune.
Not much to say, or none that I can confess,
You know what you are,
Just a four leaf clover, in my world of mess.

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There is a set of repeated answers, to my every question. Taking this test paper with every person turns to a tedious task by the day, because the grown up me knows, there are much important things and Everything that can be said has already been etched in my veins. There is no feeling that I feel for the first time. With every crash the impulse won't have an impact that grave. You grow up too soon and the wounds that won't stop bleeding, are nothing but skin scars today. It's a part of the deal, you say? But let me be honest, I miss the butterflies in my stomach, when I saw you for the very first day. I miss the day I fell in love, even when I look at you today.

My head whispering, this is the last day. My heart giving mixed signals, Oh not again!

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From the frames of a departing train
You see your loved one leaving
for a while or probably forever.
You never know if this will be
the last time or just another time.
You just wave and wish them luck
and see them smile in the anticipation of a next time.
There is a glass pane between us now
and the certanity of a heart growing fonder.
But I think, It works this way,
You meet
You live
Laugh,
And Stray!

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The detached orders of time, I have to obey!
My love, I leave you astray!
I want you wandering through the night.
Maybe in search of something you may or may not find.
I want to see you again,
But this time only if you choose to walk my way!
It's a matter of wants, we are known to this cause.
Can there be a more justified reason to this?
Other than, you are you.
And that's the reason why am yours.

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There is no eye that meets my conscience, to their very true self!
Now I just nurse these men back to health,
Probably the way she nursed you.
What medication can I give them more than, "I understand, I really do!"
They'd cry for their women, do you at times do this too?
Or maybe you're aloof,
And Here I am just a fool!

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