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Gravity

 


We met.
Exchanged words.
Bid hi followed by bye,
Sometimes in days but usually in few minutes.
Words started filling the silence;
Sometimes meaningful enough to ponder,
But mostly just the talk of the moment.

And don't know when 
The earth's gravity found its place between the two.
Pulling her towards him,
But then they repeal;
If kept in closure distance.
When kept in different space
It's easy to be different poles.
It's only when you bring them together
In sentences
In feelings
You realise 
They are alike poles 
Natural to repeal
Like it's just affection
Not love.

Talks of 3 AM
Simple words 
Tuned as metaphors.
Or the gift wrappers
Shinny,
Easy to fell for.
Excited to unwrap it
With zero patience
You even are convinced to tear it off
Just to realise
It was your heart dancing in happiness
Not the thing in the wrapper
But that wrapped played the trick
The moments 
The words
The way they talk
They way they get into your nerves without even touching you
The way they steal you heart
Without cutting your chest
Or hurting you lungs 
They take your breathe away
 Just like the bubble in the air 
 Rising, shining at once
 And dead in the another moment

Gravity plays it's hand
It makes you fall for it
The moment you try to fly
With borrowed wings

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