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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

No One Is Coming

I sat right there..
And no one was coming.
It had rained all night..
But no one was coming.
Tears washed the stare..
As none of it seemed fair.
Left a drifted layer..
Of the unheard footsteps share.
My eyes were closing up..
As no one was coming.
Dreams were acting up..
As no one was coming.
Reflections unaware..
Words with abrupt flair.
Struck a chord of tantrum..
So far being left out got accustom.
I spoke to myself..
Finding out no one was coming.
There’s still you who is here..
With rest of the world overwhelming.
So don’t go back where you came from..
As no one ever meant to come.
Start again taking the left turn..
Start again with the lessons learn.
While they decided to disappear suddenly..
You move ahead without stopping abruptly.

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