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When everything had turned on their mute mode
Those two were distinct from this code
Though there were numerous statues....
But only those two had lives.
Everyone had a separate world
But those two...in each other were curled
Wait...................
They aren't love birds
They are strangers....they are unknown
Still they aren't alone
They started with a...'hi'...'hello'
And then that heart fellow
Just stopped skeddadling
And started telling
All the possible lame things
Ushered opening
The secret hidden in the heart's wings
Was it a start...that leads to the entangled fingers
OR
Was it a start ...that leads to the ' ending song ' sung by the harsh singers
The more they exchanged their sphere
For each other...more they developed care
Albeit they met for the first time
They got blown in each other...like a wind chime
One was a history lunatic
Other was a literature fanatic
One was calm and composed like valleys
Other was obstreperous and furious like volcanoes
They were those two parallel opposite sides
....that attracted each other but never went on the " together rides "
They talked about Michalengaelo and Mussolini
They talked about the powerful time
About the life's rhyme
About how things don't matter
About the moments when their bones clatter
About how bad was the day
About how they are travelling through their way
About the sky
About the night's cry
About the chair on which they sat
About the stage's mat
About the hall in which they breathe to have another glimpse of life......
But then their bond got cut with an errie knife
The knife of time has done this crime
The knife of fate has increased their distance rate
They weren't much far
But between them was a huge car
In which were seated....
The other people who were heated
With their unnamed relation
With their invincible connection
What started with a "hi"
Never received a "good bye"
Both returned to their universe......
But those three hours that had elasped within a blink
Have made clouds in their heart that forever sinks
Sink and shower the drops of soothing memories on their aching heart
And this was the "3-Hour " talk that forever travels in their life's cart
Launchora UserAt times the ink stains on our hands recite more than those on the pages.
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Updated on September 08, 2017
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