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When heart thinks...

Life moved with hallow moments
ailing togetherness
ended in pain,
As you moved to never come again;

Memories we cherished
are still the same,
but you shut the doors
to never open again.

Cool headedness, prompt mind
went insane
as you silenced to never
speak again.

Empty roads
an endless effort
an ageless affection
went in vain,
as you turned on back to never face again.

Free mind is fed with
Thoughts so chained
as you left to never be again.

In gloomy darkness
spread an eerie silence
nothing showed except that
half- burnt flame
as you bid adieu to never greet again.

All that was mine
lost in simoom,
nothing left to claim
as you became stranger to
never be intimate again.

An untold fear,
hidden hope
narrates an incomplete tale ,
as we parted to never meet again...

I am indeed where my heart is.
Not where my mind takes me...


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