--blooming

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Hearing
her sing
is a greater
sadness!

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She knows them. They smell of beaten souls in their ragged breath. The man on top was no different. She smacked her lips, bent her neck and held him by his hair. She let her take a look at the face. It's a wonder what she sees for in men. Some grew short and some came slow. Some cried for pity and others did with wretched remorse. Her eyes told everything a man could be and everything he becomes in bed. But she holds no strings. It's a lie that woman seeks emotion in intimacy. Or may be it's a lie that all women are same. Because she's not and can never be.

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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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