--blooming

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Hearing
her sing
is a greater
sadness!

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Choices
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If not for the decision
we took a fortnight back,
we might be standing
somewhere else, far away.
Or sitting.
Or sitting and sobbing.
I wonder how easily
this drift happens,
by the heap of choices
we make.
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Life's epiphanies,sometimes,
are encountered when
we set out for a new journey,
travel across strange tracks,
put ourselves at wuthering heights.
And also when
we pull our sleeves up
to face what we are afraid of.

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I would like to think of it all as a colorful phase. Some decades from now, if we happen to recollect our past we must still be able to smile. We must still feel this overwhelming love. I don't want to end up a bitter memory you want to get rid of. I want you to think of our days whenever you need peace. I want to be one of the glad choices you ever made.
I want you to remember me as a happy soul that came along for a while.

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You know,
sometimes love is not in holding further
but in letting go.

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She is asleep. She is holding my hands. She is cold. I'm breathing heavily. To warm her up. To let her sleep in peace.

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I think I'll defer myself from using tightly packed words or sentences. I love her and I have her by my side. That's all I want. It's as simple as that.

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I can feel her. She lives under my shadows. Her aroma lingers around me. Her ghost lies beside me every night. She wavers in my eyes as I close them. My dreams are full of her fancies in dark. She is here, but she is not.

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Wordless plays...

I fear her unspoken words. I don't understand her silence or the things her eyes conveys in that silence. Like some dark places
that hopes for light , I can
only hope for her to open up.
I can only be a spectator of
her wordless plays.

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