Departure

I want to make sure that she wouldn’t walk away from me, that she doesn’t have the courage to leave me. I was astonished to understand her so many times in the past; I can’t understand her, anymore; she knows me very well. Life shrinks, mesmerizes and impregnates with the reverie petals of love. It reciprocates and makes me crazier to trespass into a history of story to be conquered from one’s lifeline; a story of my own rambling days in which no extra characters are included; a story of I and she expressing the light, chaste revelations of our love. A dreamy-fiery island covered by the unsettled clouds aloft our heads says it all. It gives me a hope for forgetting the hauntingly moments of departure beneath it. Because when we’re under the serenity of such erratic clouds, we’re hiding away from every other emotions except the ideal pace of love and its deception to amplify an invincible life of us.

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A Black Mole

I found that it’s very difficult to stay in front my mirror for finding out that black-mole, I’ve, right above my left eyebrow. He stated last night that he had ascertained that there. But at where? Nothing is there! Noooo… He said so.. It’s there.. Yes, it’s…

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