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Love Is Simple

Love is a warm soup In repeated loop A hot tea left for you at the table  When you are rushing Through the morning fable Love is when you are  So eager to meet That you don't mind Getting all wet in the rain Or a splash of mud That stays on your dress like an annoying stain Love is when even Though you cannot see You just can feel What's happening Love is a drop of sweat A lengthy duet A nice outfit that Was sewed to fit in  No matter the shape or size  Love is a song  That takes you back To where it all began Or where the massacre ended Love is a touch That says so much Love is a fetch That runs alongside Love is a nest Of nurture and share The constant urge for you to prepare Love is a silent long walk With your grandfather While he keeps doing things at a pace And somehow passes you their trace With his silent gaze  Love is a conversation With your father Who narrates you a story From their closet filled with memories Love is a kiss on your forehead While you sleep Love is t

Habit

Sitting back as I layed down my head..
Cried profusely.
As a habit had bred.
Talking with..
Walking towards.
Laughing with..
Lying afterwards.
Gestures..
Expressions..
Frequent captures.
Innocent wait..
With shyness inflate.
Hilarious trait..
While tracing footsteps.
Magnifying dew drops..
As the face ripples.
Anxious encounter..
While lanterns..
Lit up the chapters ahead.
Dialects unheard..
Words refusing indulge.
With an only urge.
A habit too deep..
A habit to keep ..
A habit to forget me..
A habit to infer before you see..
A habit to dream…
While time seems to fly.
The habit has to go..
That habit has to know..
Because habits get addictive.
While you end up being repetitive.
Wiping away the tears as I stood up..
Peeping at the sky that bled.
Across the wide horizon.

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