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A Black And A Yellow

 

A day burden with memories, events and talks to remember… yet light as feather.

A box filled with light yet surrounded by darkness… where screen was the only light… on those big glittering eyes… and on that shining smile…

Nervous of being in this episode yet excited by the action. How your talks, those words and happiness changed in every fraction…

Believing this reality… made even dreams shy… but the question which never left my mind was why…? Not why to be with you… not why of being me… but, why of all the acquaintances… and among all those loved ones… we were being we…

A day was pure art… art of life… art of love… and in that art we lived… lived like an art… which was pure on the felling… not on the pleasures… but out of the leisure… like an artist we painted the reality… sketched those memories… wrote a beautiful poetry through our insanity…  

How different we are… yet how same… both are such lame… what brought us together…? Should we name it fate is something that we should name…

Bending all the rules… to all my virtues… escaping my comfort… how I arrived…? As if like… it was less of a will and more of a strange pull which brought me there…

There…, where…? There… where the steps where wide… wider than those paths which brought me to you in the past… The crowd… strangers all around… hundreds of different faces… among which yours was like a brightest flower blossomed among the wildest stars…

The day was dramatic…, the night was wild… loud with your laughter… sad with those talks of life after… after that of this day… after this hour… where we will know each other yet stranger in our own life…

Black and yellow… combination beyond… coincident… where the color black of yours was the vast emptiness universe of mine… the color, yellow of mine where those tiny little stars…

Perfectly, imperfect…. Things where arranged… with those blessings in ample… when we stepped together with in the realms of the creator… in that temple… how he brought us there… away from the world yet into a different life…

Moving in these parallel ways alone…How a dream of being with you… to still dreaming about you… Such long distance was covered in such a short span of time… 

Brighter the day was, beautiful it came with your presence… where two on screen friends made us stay together… forgetting the world around us…

A place, known as junction… became a spot to meet two souls… wondered how many lifetimes we have passed… came across… never known what faces we wore which gender we adored…

Many days have passed but I am still live in that day… correcting and recreating memories… imagining the unimaginable beyond the reality… 

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