I wish they could live a bit more in ,
The last time he held their hands...

Smiled a bit wider,
The last time he was having his best smiles with them...

Eaten a bit more,
In the last dinner they enjoyed over..

Because when father leaves,
A family has nothing really left...

Nothing left..
But to collect some broken dreams together
Some of their, rather his "dreams"

Nothing left...
But to live for him
And by his little sparkling memories

Nothing left...
But to stare him at nights
And wonder how things would have been with him today!
How things would have been with him tommorow!

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There will be stars reflecting your light back...
The stars, called HOME!

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Dear Yashi,
Now that it's long...

Would you still bring me biriyani?
Or you would just forget it...

Would you just keep screaming like a kid?
Or you would grow up with the rude "Mr. Time"...

Would you have the same urge to call me over problems?
Or someday you would like to hide it all..

Would you stay this beautiful always?
Or you would grow even more adorable...
(Because it's not going to lessen anyway!)

Would you come giving me those tight hugs?
Or I have to manage virtual hugs over WhatsApp...

Would remain this close to me?
Or will you run away with new ones...

Would cherish this "every- year poem"?
Or you would find words fading...

To all these times and the further steps...
To all chicken and cake treats...
To hell lot of shouting and playing...
For all your beautiful years to come...
I wish all love!
Happy birthday Yashi!

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Because,
Back then I studied in Catholic school...
Back then I chanted jingle bells literally a month ago before Christmas...
Back then I saw boxes of bells and stars opening up for decoration...
Back then I saw school sparkling up like a magic show is about to happen...
Back then I drooled my eyes over Santa's entry...
Back then I remember planning evily to have that one extra rum cake in class...

And now, Christmas comes with all these happy feels...
Though all of it comes with "back then"..
But these have so much to hold on!
Christmas have so much to hold on!

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And that one day,
I will find you in words
In depth of our eyes
In brightness of those lights
In alingment of each destiny line...

Yes, I will find you,
Where everything seems just fine...

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Where there is no path, leading destination to a story...

Incomplete paragraphs meaninglessly gets faded on the roads of life!

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"You make me fall in a dreamy love story I never really had...."

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Not all dawns are beautiful start...

What if it is disguised as end to your beautiful star studded night?

What if it's an eye opener to all the dreams you saw last night?

What if the morning which arose brings darkness to light of your night's fireflies?

Would you still call it a morning?
A new start?

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YOU ARE THE FEELING...

Seems everything is withered,
You hold my hands,
Make me dance on an uncanny rhythmic music,
I laugh... I laugh...
There I stop...
I hug you,
I sob silently,
It feels everything will be alright,
It feels eveything will be as beautiful as it is in this moment...
Yes it feels!
And you are the feeling!

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PARTED WAYS


"But now with each step,
It feels a bit more right and a bit less wrong...
And lately all of it seems,
A little less scattered...
And a little more into place...

You being a bit more happy without me,
I being a little less sad without you!"

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