And
When she fails to fake a smile,
her eyes reveal the secret she hides.
Turning back, grabbing into arms
She doesn't say, "I love you"
When leaves after a meet
Instead, whispers, "miss me"
with a kiss.

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The lies in my eyes are the
only truth I hold.

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A place where
YOU and I exist together,
walking hand in hand;
I call it a perfect world,
a perfect life.

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"Have not you ever gone through
break-up ? ", they ask.

I fake a smile at them—
Wishing to let know that
I master the art of
walking away
from the places
that don't deserve my stay.

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I heard them saying
They have found a
prince for me
I refused to believe
Until saw you getting down
on your knee,
Taking my
hand in yours
and saying, "Can I be the
forever ordinary man
of this princess ? "

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I heard them saying
People in love
don't limit their words
They show; they overdo.
I refused to believe
Until met you
Now, as I look at you
Your heart resonates with mine
and whispers,
"Princess, would you still call
them untrue ? "

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They asked me not to take you on
my shoulders, i might fall down
I believed my stumbling feet
They asked me to play with Barbies
I learnt cricket for you
They asked me not to let you call me
by name
I told them, how will i make you see
how best friends look like.

Eighteen years down the line;
Your shoulders turning into my
favourite pillow — giving the best
comfort — irrespective of
place. Oh baby, you've become
my li'l s u n s h i n e .

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How do I tell you how much
I am into you ?
Even a thought of you
Keeps me awake in the nights.
What if I say
A picture of you always lies
Not just on my mind
But on the wall of my room too ?
I no longer pretend to be fine
On the days nothing feels alright ;
For even a mere glimpse of you
brings me back to life
For your daisy like innocence
safeguards my smiles ;

Oh, let me just say that
You feel like a love
that comes straight
out of a romance book.

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How do I not recognise you ?
This poet has artistic eyes
And you, my love, feel like
my very own little piece of art.

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"But
I am not good at loving , love !
Can we still stay this close —
Until clock runs out of time ? "
He said.
"Oh, boy, did not I ever tell you
I am adept at reading your mind ? "
She smiled.

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