a glitter in her eyes was enough
for me to strive
till mie last day...
the wait wasted steer
was foolish and naive
learnt it late
and that too the wrong way...
an unjust smile on her lips
made me read --
the idiotic aimlessness
behind every
ambition;
the symbiotic juxtaposition
behind every
separation...
the embedded symphonies in
silence;
the warranted willingness in
refusal...
an unjust frown on her face
made me read --
the complex simplicities
behind every
truth;
the rigid reservations
behind every
freedom...
the wishful victories in
a defeat;
the implied questions in
an answer...
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