The fish on the land

I sigh
He smiles
I focus on the words in my ear
And the one on his lips
They sync with the notes in my thoughts
He passes across me
And my eyes gaze on the road
Short but deep
Narrow but holding so much
Few red fabrics
Few window shopped heels and songs
Few bald heads and few shades other than black
Few racing with the leaves on the road
Few trying to compete with the pace of the snail
And I manage to find you
Few things never get lost

As in the habit of writing
I open my dairy
And pledge to write all beyond you
Those silent lips seem more beautiful than the choas in the head
He looks more hot in the payjamas than the loose denims and slim fit legs
Their fights are more adorable than ours
They fight for existence
And reasons why we fight, we ourselves are dumb to it.
I try to pen about the roll in my hand
But the mayonnaise drips of it
Writting for itself
Unable to ink any bit of it
In rhymes and Shakespeare words
I close the dairy
Pluck the Daisy along my side
And try to sketch it's borders,lines and life

Not always should love be subjected to seperation
But I pluck the daisy to find my smile
But I pluck it to ask it to live it's death along my life
And I ask him to leave for me to breathe
And for a happy ending of a story that has no start

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