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No its not writer's block Its something else Just wondering why am I not writing much these days!

Monday, August 7, 2017

The night

Days move on, nights stand still
Like the tiring engine of a moving train
It needs to come to a halt to breath in


And as she breathes heavily, 
they begin to pour in
One by one, and then all of them
Faces and gestures, words and whispers,
Tears and laughter, quarrel and warmth.

partings and meetings, hugs and kisses
Some depart in silence with longing in eyes
Hands unheld  as the automatic door closes
Leaving behind that girl, soaked in showers

Night brings them on, one after another as
The longing remains, and yearning prevails 
And the days move on, at a fast pace
Like the running engine of a moving train





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