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With the end of a song
I heard few lines
Somebody speaking
The earbuds were into my ears but,
The song on the phone was pause
Nor was a audio or video in play mode
Unaware of the source
I heard it all

A confession
May be call that was recorded
Or may a confession recorded
"We have been friends just for awhile
But it seems the breakfast without you
Makes the morning more drowsy
Because the coffee in the table is missing
In the absence of you
As you know I  don't drink any bit of it.
The afternoon sun tortoures me alot
In your absence as I miss you face in the light
That  is so adorable that the sun doesn't exist with your presence
I tried strolling the evening but then 
Without you chit chats 
It felt as if I should run to you
Hit you, taunt you, joke around
To hear you talking non stop
All I want to say is that 
My heart is a bit scared of not having you around one day eventually..."
 Unplugging the earbuds had I turned my head
 From East to west
 From West to north
 From North to South
 From South to East
 And everything in between
 Still couldn't understand on which cell was this confession on play mode

Guilty of hearing a confession
Had I switched of the Bluetooth
Trying to breathe out all of it
Had I turned my head to the window in the bus
The moon overhead was looking at me
Yes, he wanted to hear it all.
Ironically I find talking to that stone easier than to a human ear
I played a song on the phone and switched on the Bluetooth
And ....
Instead of the lyrics I wanted to hear
It said,
"Can we just be together,
Either angry or happy
Either with mood swings or blank
Either in the crowd or in the room, holding just the two of us
Just stay!.."
Again I unplugged the words
The heart kept beating hard
I had heard my own words through a unknown source

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