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Messy summer


Something helped me today to inhale
Without you in there
Where the Oxygen goes
When that face was walking in a direction
Same as mine
Gazing at him was awkward
For him and for me
So I turned to the side 
And the mirror on the wall had him 
That face was so adorable
He seemed perfect for that glance
For that moment
For the page
And the ink was happy to breathe in him
Today I wasn't aching in your absence
But was happy to have found him
For the pages complain me
For giving all of their existence to someone
Who is gone
More than me 
The ink was rejoicing
To write about his smile
About him having my perfect definition of vocal cords

Not all that goes, takes you
A few just stay to bring someone in your path

Today, the summer breeze felt good
Warm, smooth unlike the cold and soft
But it felt good to smile to a stranger
For mostly I don't even smile to humans I know
They call it attitude, ego and hell of nouns and adjectives
But is it compulsory to knock all the know doors even without a purpose
Walking to someone with purpose
Isn't being selfish always
It just that not all humans are cozy corners
Just like the pillows on the bed
Alot many!
But few lying on the ground, few under the head
And the one near your heart
To which to embrace and die
Die for next 6-8 hours

So strangers find a place in me 
Sometimes corners of heart
Sometimes reasons to the logics of brain
Sometimes just casually
And odd of all this was that,
He didn't help to check any of the boxes in my head
That I keep on adding and subtracting
From standard 5
When the meanings were unknown
But had found a face to keep my smile upright
So was never bothered of the why thing

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