A person whom I felt ,did not exist.
A person who meant nothing to me,
sprang to my needs.
A person whose shy shimmer filled me with trust
And I knew my mate was found.


Still fear ran through my spine,
Knew not why; melancholia
showed its way to a worthy doubt.
A doubt metamorphosed into a ghastly isolophobia.



But a person whose presence seemed the same ;when in her absence,
vaccumed my mind.
Vanquishing the image of an Autophobic monster.


I knew I had found my match,
who seldom talks,
who rarely meets,
but mustering all her love,
she shows her unshown affection
by never turning her back


.~Sakchi Sahu


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