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Ode to You and...

It has been a shy morning with the sun tiptoeing clouds,
Shops are blinking clumsily to the lazy sunrays splashing,
Yet another dawn to your remembrance if not memories of yore...
My yesterdays were so full of surprises, bags of it
Your laugh riots, silent nods, sleepless nights, constant disputes,
War of words on things under the rainbow sky and beyond,
Those sudden signoffs on endless accounts of love and what not,
Your arguing that love cannot be love itself, or what?
My counterclaims of giving wings to unadulterated thoughts
And calling it by all possible names but love...
Guess what, none of us had ever won the battle and none wanted so
As if we craved for an unending trouble to each other with so much earnestness,
A troubled spring of muted and unscripted dialogues never thought of spilling
But always with the habit of hearing it and all aloud...
There was an invisible thread entwining that spark, that radiance
The spark that pops out every now and then through these clumsy mornings,
Lazy afternoons, noisy evenings, silent blinking nights
And times in between
Telling me time and again it's all about you
It has been about you all through bygone pasts and upcoming futures
It is about you and you alone this very time
Passing through me, through you
Pinching you, piercing me
It is you
x
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