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No more Ringa Ringa roses


Trying to conclude
Was she sitting on the rocks
A numbers of cans emptied
A thousand conclusion trashed

There is nothing much to cling on to you
Hold on to you
Because to the clouds named under your name
End has come a multiple time
But still it carves for one more beginning

Stories are made of hellos, climax and happy endings
But ours rather mine
Has no such thing called hello.
Climax, it never had moments to twist the beginnings
Happy endings, A fact that has never breathed in the moments we have ever shared.

When the anxiety, anger and wait yells at me
I start bothering the sea
Trying to throw the pebbles around me
To distant points in the sea
A few travel the distance and the rest just fall before me
The ripples come and take time to dissolve in the water
And so the agony of you in me
It comes like the sudden wave of the noon
And stays till the evening, breaking into pieces

 I choose to stay with the reasons of my existence
My passion
My family
The friend, that are around trying to figure out the reasons of my silent smile
And to make them win
I smile louder then the tension in me
And they laugh to me 'Who's it?'
I dismiss them with new words in my diary

They win or me
Doesn't matter
Because in the course of all this 
You are gone , you are no more in me and around me
And I again smile to the Sun and Moon
The constants.

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