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A Silent Move
In a minute I found her in the dining. She was busy on her own things. I saw her hair falling on the other side of mine. Silently observed. Curvature is the best beauty that I felt while walking on a bridge. It lures me as always. My fantasy, infatuation, and my in-built memories through dreaming; surely day-dreaming.
With a knock I entered in her room, the kitchen. She smiled at me.
I, with her kitchen utensils felt happy. The aura she spread is love. I asked for divine and she blessed with physical. Unimaginable!
My strokes had stopped, couldn’t write more.
Went back to my golden days. My cricket, football, cycling, rain, and many more. Whom to share? What to share? Better to be in my own to nurture my love to become a lover in the din & bustle of Puducherry!
© mystiic
With a knock I entered in her room, the kitchen. She smiled at me.
I, with her kitchen utensils felt happy. The aura she spread is love. I asked for divine and she blessed with physical. Unimaginable!
My strokes had stopped, couldn’t write more.
Went back to my golden days. My cricket, football, cycling, rain, and many more. Whom to share? What to share? Better to be in my own to nurture my love to become a lover in the din & bustle of Puducherry!
© mystiic
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