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THE PSYCHO


Scared. Restless. Suspicious.

She wasn’t this before. He knew that . Or didn’t he ?

There was no cause for fear. She knew that. Yet she couldn’t help it. She had to panic. She felt like it was the right thing to do then. She regretted it  moments later.

His memory went back to those good old days. She lived in her own world of poetry. Something that set her apart. He loved her. Rather he still loves her. And she ? No one knew.

He could not ask. Nor could she tell.

Comments

Yamini Meduri said…
good...different..!!
Red Handed said…
I dont know what to say...!! Loved it.
Teritopsy said…
Great, like always!

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All Consuming Love

Dear You,

Looks like I have found you.

In the depths of my love, I notice your smile.

Yes, the one you flash after that brief moment of joy.

I feel your fingers entwined in mine. All the time.

Your eyes speak to mine, asking me questions.

Remember the first time I told you of my affection and my afflictions ?

You must know this. You consume my thoughts, time and grief.

Glad to have met you.

Yours,

Me.