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That Night

Nov 25, 2022
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By Mili Mahajan


Thousand words which could be used

But those eyes were deeper than anything

The touch which lets me escape my shell

The touch which frees me from all the shackles

The breathe which makes us one

Not ready to leave the work undone

Frightened as we are for this would come to an end

I have to leave his hand but this would be a new blend

Which makes us tie forever

A forever which is longer than other forevers

I lie on his chest to feel his love

His heart is pounding but is soft like a turtledove

His hand now caresses my back and all my fears are gone

As the dark in me would never transcend from now on

Because he's here to pick the broken pieces in me

The pieces of an undone puzzle

Short or broad for some

But perfect for him

How the fate plays it's game

How the two colours




The light and dark would make such a contrast and paint a beautiful tale together

How my senses answers to his name

How his thoughts cuts my day into the breathtaking phases

The night and the day

Where his eyes haunt me with its gazes

The evening

Where his smile bewilders me from my phrases

How the warm words bring that compassion and makes me light as a feather

How the distance between us makes me smother

How defiant I am when he tells me to be calm

And this comes as a cry for me un alarmed

A thousand reasons to make us cry

One thread which keeps a tie

How the swan in me rises as my eyes fall upon him

How my head finds its home

How my breathe finds its solace

How my mind finds its tranquility

How different we are

And yet we are a whole

A story where two hearts beat to make up one soul


By Mili Mahajan





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