"What will you do if we fall apart somehow?" She asked, looking straight into my eyes.

"What?" I was shocked. Numerous questions were running through my mind. Why would she even think about it?

"Just Answer me, na!" She said.

"I'll just stop my writing." Finally I answered after a lot of thought.

She knew what writing means to me.

Satisfied with my answer, she smiled her best.

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I saw a Blank Page.
Caught hold of the Pen.

A thought struck. Scribbled it. Read it. Not liked it. Teared the page. Crumpled it and threw it down.

A second thought struck. Scribbled it again. Read it. Again not liked it. Teared it again. Crumpled it hard and threw it down once again.

Repeated the same process, a few more times. But the result was still, the very same.

The crumpled paper balls, increased in size and numbers. And yet each time, the Blank Page remains unchanged.

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As the last piece of clothing left her, she threw herself over me.

Our bodies met with desires running wild. We tossed and turned and played out our kink fantasies, all through the night.

In the end, when dawn was on it’s way to meet, we escaped from our true self into the illusion, we’d created for the outside world to greet.

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Only bodies encounter on their initial date.
Hearts link-up after that.
Souls converge at the end.
When there’s nothing but,
Only the pain.

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She likes mysteries.
Love, for her, was a case to solve.
I became her clues.

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We aren't lost till our heart knows where our soul needs to domicile.

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“Are you Drunk?”

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No one knows your real naked self but your mirror, which reflects who you truly are.

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If there's one thing I don't want to be after love knocks on my door, is to be a poet. Instead, I want to write stories about it. Be a storyteller. Rather than rhyming the words, I want to rhyme the sentences, consists of different words.

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“Meaow..Meaow.” I jested.

“Stop it Kutte.” She yelled.


Calling each other with animal names over the years gave great profundity to our friendship.

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