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The Temporary Mates...

 

When he walked away holding your hand, I realized what I have lost… what I don’t have…

Sweet little talks… into the horizon of those endless walks… How being together we were always far… such are those wounds without any scar…

Where everything is lost, even my angels have turned ghosts… in this world of being better… my love is lost…

Nothing much…, no expectations…, no promises… no rituals… and no fantasies…

The situation that we are into it demands nothing but your being… your presences… is all what I have… those moments… which are relived as memories once you have left…

Watching you first in the person among all the others… and to keep my eyes where you stood before you left has turned out to be a way of living…

How those tiny little thing… have set pathways where we understand each other apart from these general conversation… How we know little of those needs and how being different we are similar… since being on the same track we are always parallel…

Whom to complain? Nothing was brought upon, everything was decided and executed… to this very day from those days of being muted…

It feels like being a tenant soul, rented in your heart… where your soul is owned by someone else… but picture of yours is framed in my heart…

What I did not realize was whether I had your hand in mine or was it the sand of time… which I thought would always be with me, but which slipped away fine as art…

Nothing has been asked for…, Nothing has been desired… cannot bear to lose… the connection of two hearts of those transparent wires…

How strange this situation has turned out to be… where the past, which is known, we can’t go back to it… and the future which is unknown we don’t want to go there…

How long will these things last or how will they end… who says there is no afterlife... there always is… there is a life after those failure… where you have to console and get up for the next…

 

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