When You Miss Her?

“How can you sleep when you miss her at the most– still, you don’t know what to do?,” she asked him, lying on his widen chest.

He ceased drinking the bottle of wine he was having, kept it on the table adjacent to their bed, and stared at her eyes. She tightened her arms around his body, as much as she can, and waited for a sec to listen to him. He said, “Honey, I would, maybe, think of the priceless memories we had together. It’ll certainly hurt me– she’s miles away from me. But I know how it feels to be with her, at least in those limited pictures of her silliness I’ve captured by my mind. I know it. Because she knows it– how I feel about her, too.”

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Couplet Of Love

A mirror reflects his beauty

that portrays her eerily

melody of a silvery line

written by an insane

sailor of a love’s ship

lives in her heart’s dip

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Twin Flame

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Silence

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Smiles

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Laughs

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Faith

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Love

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Passion

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Emotions

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Feelings

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All together

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For a flame

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That burns

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At every moment

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In Us

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A Piece Of Paper & My Ink

Those words I penned

were so mysterious ones

for many among them,

not for the one I knew,

an imperfect part of mine.

 

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The Stranger

That piece of random memories

feeds the stranger who’s a witch,

appears like a sly-peacemaker in me;

I never knew her,

and I’m a hooked slave

living upon her consent.

I abide, I could survive

apart from her, forever;

the melancholy of happiness

stares at the darkness: a real contrast

of my naked thoughts,

or the regrets of a fierce-tale

to be perceivedthat day..

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