Maybe it’s all fake
Maybe it’s all just illusion
Who knows where it goes
Maybe we will never see

But,
What if it starts making sense
What if things really work out
Who has mastered the miracle
What if it’s our very destiny?

Babygirl,
In all our denials,
What if we are meant to be?

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Windfall?
Umpteen whispered wishes?
Or was it fate weaving its threads?

A fleeting coincidence,
A chance encounter,
Or some mystery watching us wait?

Why does memory blur?
Was it a quiet, wandering stroll,
Or some spark that made the right call?

Come, tell me, I’m all ears—
What was it, truly, that got us here?

And in case you ask me,
“Sir, are you around?”
That’s all I found.

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How did it all begin, exactly?
Windfall?
Umpteen whispered wishes?
Or was it fate, weaving its threads?

A fleeting coincidence,
A chance encounter,
A shared half of an omelette—
Or some mystery watching us wait?

Why don’t you tell?
Why does memory blur?
Was it a quiet, wandering stroll,
Or a spark that made the right call?

“Sir, are you around?” That’s all I found.

Come, tell me, I’m all ears—
What was it, truly, that brought us here?

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To the lost peace
To the ruined home
To the gone grin
And to the limping dreams.
To the sleepless nights
To the crawling self esteem
To the stinking tears
And to the only fear.

NOT ANYMORE !!

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The more you recognise and
regret your mistakes, the more terrible
it is to survive.
You feel the desperate urge to fix things
with retrospective effect but
unfortunately there’s no time machine.
Blessed are those who, in all their
innocence, won’t realise their mistakes.

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All the petals are scattered all over,
The gust was really nasty it seems.
Fragrance is gone, so is the charm,
The garden is really thirsty it seems.

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In the darkest of the nights,
when sky is pouring at its best.
With her presence around,
the peace eventually finds the nest.
What else one wishes from a day,
What else the night should bring,
Isn’t it all that actually matters,
What else one must manifest?

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Some will leave on their own
Some will leave for you are the reason
Being open is the only way forward
It’s human, it’s life, it’s no treason

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If our paths cross again
We, for sure, will be the same
Will tickle again
Will giggle again..

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Isn’t it painful?

To think of the beauty we used to be
and to wish to get back to it again

To hope to fix all that’s shattered
duly aware that it won’t be the same

To know that we shall actually part
to never cross our paths again..

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