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HER

 Never ever he truly found himself.

Always living  for somebody else.

This time nobody was on his back.

Nobody to provide him with a track.

Where he could run and exhaust his energy.

Nobody was besides him to provide that synergy.

He was lost and confused.

Where should he run and for whom.

Being aware of his inevitable doom.

There was no purpose to his life.

Then he saw her.

Approaching towards him.

She seemed like a bright light.

Enlighting his world with multitude of colours.

Maybe she could find his purpose.

Her sparkling gleam blinded him.

Gradually he could find numbness draping his body.

He could find himself disembodied.

All that colours started to merge.

Forming a blank window pane.

His life started to flash on that window.

Tears rolling down from his eyes as his life started to purge.

He went closer to it.

But he started to flow.

A big blow.

Water sprouted from the  window.

He found himself into the midst of deep ocean.

Drowning into her deep devotion.

What are you looking at she asked.

Nothing but a reflection of our emotion.







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