Folds on your forehead

Your smile would make me alive;
Smoothen the creases of my worries.
Deep and dark crevices of my being;
Would open up for you by just your being with me.

You could reach where no one else had,

You would touch me where I never existed, yet.

Your voice would warm my heart in cold nights

Your touch would heal my ruining self.

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With intervals of time rivers dry up.

Leaves fall off in summers even on windless days.

It is nature of life to blossom and wear off in seasons.

You and I fell into one such trap and departed.

I kept flowing like a dry rivulet waiting for monsoons;

You flew away to presence of a new season.

I have survived, living on memories;

Of bounty & over flowing streams of love.

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Today, standing with you, looking at you;

Am unable to watch you this way.

Let me swim across these waves that line your forehead.

These folds which have suddenly swallowed you.

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I see you. But I miss your face that is my need.