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Of Love and other Ailments

"So you are still choosing ?"

"What makes you think so ?"

"Nothing. Just asking."

"You're happy ?"

"Yes. She's a great woman."

"I'm sure. How's Eva ?"

"She is good too. Has sent you a picture."

"Oh ! This is beautiful ! She did it ?"

"Yes. She loves the place you used to frequent."

"Really ? Seems she's taking after me."

"I'm afraid she is.  She has the same hold on me".

"You won't ever forget it ?"

"Maybe. Might not be."


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Concealed by dark clouds
You keep shining.
Bright streaks of light
Dazzle me.
Enchant me.
And keep me waiting..
Waiting for you.


The eyes searched someone. The one she could run to at times of need. In someone’s lap, she would pour out all her troubles.
Nobody came.  She grew up, rimmed her eyes with kohl. But they could never hide her tears.
No one came when her soul was ripped apart. No one heard her cries. No one mourned her loss.
After  a while, she thought that tears were a part of the eyes.

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.