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With Haze But Clear ......

Sep 5, 2022
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One calm night at sea shore

after dancing barefoot for a while ...

You were there in black blazer and red tie

with the same colour of wine...


I was walking beside you in dawn blue One-piece

holding your arms; tightly as much as I can…

The waves were hitting the feet

and were going away with the slippery sand…


In-between I turned in front of you, and walked towards you

till land below my feet changed; your toes touch to mine and feet over the yours…

You held me by my waist and I put my arms around you

and both of us thought;

there is no need of healing in any other way; this is how it cures ….


The shine in your eyes

and sparkle of your face…

And that calm moment between us

was talking more than anything else …


We walked for a while on the way to home

in a drizzling rain ....

You were nodding to close umbrella

and we drenched while fighting like an insane ......


We entered the house

with same drenched clothes…

Turning on the vintage lights

you folded my hand back and pulled me close…

My eyes were shut and what I could hear was

just the high breaths of mine and could have smell the love we'll make…

Your fingers were tangled into hair

and lips were on my neck ….


The moon in sky; the waves on sea shore

we were cuddling each other and slept;

while whispering in ear….

We made love with interlocking not just fingers, Hugs and kisses

but that night, moments did make me and u as “us”

with haze but clear ....



By Suvidha V Tambe


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