And then it comes,
Through unquenched thirst of yours...
Through the loneliness that is never alone.....
Melt the differences of shades of words
And meaning is still in the balance of breaths
Memories shape dreams and present slowly unfolds in the womb of night
Tears roll and smiles fall, I answer when you never call
Mine senses and touches of yours
My poems have wounds of yours
Though they never plead, though they never bleed
Silence of storm, middle of battlefield
Nothingness of yours that is what I feel
Trying to shape as per my will
Wishing a moment of submerging in you
Either you hold me or let me through....
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