Glee of his absence

In the years where she had not seen him
She had seen a-lot many faces
Some silent and with sleepy eyes even at 12 noon
Some having smile against the lips but
Water puddles in the eyes , ready to be Waterfalls
Some least bother for theirs and
Highly engrossed in making the people laugh
Some strangers with similar chapters
But characters of different story
Some ignorant of the world
Lost in the world of super heros and their stories
Stories where shit are less and adventures are more
Stories in which people are direct in gossips rather than saying it all through indirect lines.

Stories are easy to handle,
Whereas Reality hard to digest.

She met even a few
Who were bits and pieces of him.
Some rather all .
Some humorous and playboys.
Some scribbling on blank sheets.
But unlike him.
Even a bunch driving her crazy and mad in anger,
Taunting and irritating her ;
as they love it to heavens.
But not that soul whom she noticed,
When the body was out of sight.

Part-up's are hell good.
At least the rest males are being noted down
In his absence , In her dairy.

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Blissfully inhaled and exhaled

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