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The happy us!


The happy us!
I pen on the header and the pen falls of my hand
And I stare at the blank sheet below it

Gazing in the space around me
I don't see you anywhere
I wish that you would be on the way to me
But the head tells me, you are not.
I sip the tea with extra sugar
Little by little
The sugar resides on my lips
I try to clear it off 
Leaking it over and over 
But then maybe it's meant for you
For I wished chillies for you in the dinner
And may be you need some sugar and milk now

I take the pen again
And instead of writing about the moments holding us
I pen of the distances separating us
Few stereotypical thoughts of mom
Few tantrums and harsh words of dad
Under the cover of security and care
And the stupid girl me who thinks 
If she runs to you
She won't be mumma's girl and daddy's favorite
Instead would be selfish and dis-obedient
And to make it look good
I pen of the mind in bolds
Logics are better than love
As heart just flows here, there and everywhere
Without telling me the reasons
And I pen all of it besides the word and the emotions talking of  us
And so the title high up there is vacant
Just like our story talking of me and you but not us.

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