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Amidst The Paus And The Skirmishes

By Yasmin

What a picky pair of oscillations are we,

With me being quite a hang.

From having combats too worse and go not talking for days stretch,

To falling into one another’s arms in the middle of the night.

A persona — certain and almost reliable,

Yet the simple of chaos leads to much distress,

Co-dependent a word I hate,

To the roads leading that way unknowingly.

I retrospect now the yesterday,

Where we dangled astray as we were both sundered.

And each beat of my heart wished you would come over,

Knowing you too felt the same — ego being the crossover.

Unable to resist, did I try to grab cookies to wake you up from your sleep,

Yet you stay there now with open eyes trying to fall again.

I came over as you wouldn’t wondering the whereabouts,

But thy fingers on my hair made the anger and cries float away and drain.

We get back to our rituals accompanying pauses and silences,

And there goes the lips already making fine arts all over your face.

In the process, I wonder why we carry agony when things don’t go our way,

When we can try to mend each of us.

The warmth — a thousand suns shredding the cold in me,

Like a bonfire taking away the sufferings and the pains you cause.

Just in time when we think it can’t get any better,

It does yet few works are still undone.

And at the awake of the dawn, I do remember, I do remember,

Lost in half dreams and half sleep — how I said,

I love you and heard the words waived murmured back at me with certain tone and quite adore,

“I love you too “, and how we both slept so quickly,

As if we only wanted to hear each other’s just one-liners.

I understand the kid within might tremble if you aren’t around,

And the grown-up in me might long too,

But unless we both mend one another a little,

We won't get far around, far around and that is the truth.

Yet amidst the pauses and skirmishes, there is love.

Measure unknown, but it sure lives, don’t you think the same too?

By Yasmin

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