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Ink and Him


We were best.
Gossips less, feelings more.
Talks less , fights more.
Fights - for each other existence.

Yesterday had seen them fighting
But to leave.
Had seen them together but
Admiring Bollywood beauty
Had seen them talking but
Where whisper were not from the heart.
But were from head.
Playing games smirked head.

We were best
Were caring was more
Although we didn't shared the same roof
But were peeping out of two different windows
In two different directions.

Actually her dairy feels blessed to hold his name
Actually her dairy knows more of him then her
Actually Ink has fallen in love  him
And her eyes are busy searching his face.

Had seen them sitting on the bench
But were settling past issue and not welcoming the future.
Had seen them penning on the stamp sheets
But they weren't agreeing to love
But were parting to find oneself

 We were the best
Said the Ink and he taunting her.

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