The Window.
(Story in caption)

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Dwindling emotions..
Our love glowing dim,
Echoing the vent which sunder us.
You were my muse
My ink wrote of us.
Now, without you in the vicinity..
Tell me, how will my feelings flow
Through the dripping ink?
The kernel of our love,
The trust which tied us in the enduring bond,
Is missing.
Hence, the interlude.

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She felt sweetness in his bitter words.
Love confused her sense of taste.

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Coffee date.

The room was
filled with
smell of coffee,
infused
with love.

Poetry brew..
within my
heart.

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Shaking off her fright, she confessed her love.
He despised.. questioned her sanity.
She recoiled herself in disdain.

Once again, the courage of an autistic girl went unnoticed.

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Darling,
We are not parallel lines,
One day, we will meet.

We are the two lines..
Slowly converging
Destined to have a meeting
so sweet.

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He was malicious,
A malevolent soul.
Whoever he attached with,
He only hacked the emotions,
Ransacked her all over.
In other words,
He was the ransomware in disguise.
An attachment
Everyone feared of.

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He left me all of a sudden..
Went in an eternal journey and never came back.
His absence made me pick up the pen
and pour my feelings on my diary.
Since then my pen drips the ink of his soul.
He lives in my creativity...
The musings keep him alive.

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You have edified me with your morals,
illuminated me with your light.
My love,
You taught me to weave colours,
When my world had gone black and white.

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"It is often heard that Indian families force their children to become a doctor or engineer.
Well, in some cases, the story may be the opposite", sighed the teacher in the staff-room.

None other than she knew,
how her childhood longing to become a doctor
surrendered to her father's wishes.

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