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My heart is Immune: Scars and Healing Wounds
Something from my soul is flying up
Something in my heart is floating up
Something is lightening my eyes
And widening the smile..
Something trying to show up,
Something holding it in still.
Heart throbs.
An awaited moment,
Pleasing the self...
In par with the twittering birds,
With the rising sun,
departing moon
the chilling dew,
the shattered air by the passing bus.
Whats the aim?
Not known still,
Moving ahead a fifty and hundred miles
For someone..
who makes me happy
without even knowing it...
Every passing tree reducing the gap between us, speedening my breaths..
No need to please..
but can be our own selves.
just infactuated, with the contagious smile.
Heart is beating out of its shell..
trying to come out...
Whats the reason behind all this ruckas!
Just so excited,
What may be on that side..
Not known, may not be the the same,
But still pleased..
When will this unknown longing for you come to an end??



What shall I do when I see you.
After a long year....just a smile or something else..May be a hello or how are you?
I am going in loss of words, with your mere thoughts....
What will my poor...