And then, one of these days, you think it is over.
You poke.
You prod.
Satisfied, you take a deep breath.
‘Finally’, you say out loud, ‘its gone..caput…’
And you get a curious tangy feeling in your mouth.
You look up.
The stars must be a little brighter, you think.
The wind whips your face. Its cold.
But you don’t mind.
Because, you are happy, aren’t you?
Because, it is over, isn’t it??
And on other days, you desperately wait for his call.
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I was alone, this bird had flown.
8 comments:
mmm....i know how dat feels
Hmmm...apnake to cultivate korte hochhe moshai!
didi, ki dicchish? practicing target practice? u just hit the nail.BAM!!!!!where r u getting thios from?
yeh kya hai?
mere ko nahin samjha :(
Preme porechish?
@alluder - okay. deep breath. FOR THE LAST TIME I DO NOT..AND I REPEAT..DO NOT WRITE LIKE SRIN.
@inihos - :)
@saptarshi - Kono kotha noy. Shudhu ekti proshno.Cholbe?
@shyo - kiser nail? baby, we need to talk.
@HK - hehe. mujhe bhi nahi samajh mein aya.
@phemonoe - pagol na petkharap? hothat premey porte jabo kano?
You know, I know how that feels. Its like when you have a scar-scab, and youre convinced that its healed, and you try to prise it off. and then you bleed again. yeah.
there goes aquilus!!! med school talking!!!!
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