This time I really liked the strong arms around me,
It kept me from falling apart and sinking in the sea,
The time he really loved to brush his lips against mine,
When our smile was a reassurance of how everything was fine,
Then the time vanished just like all good things do,
The touch, the love, the smile, everything else followed too.
In smiles we forget that even lakes become land in the course of time, that our permanent is not really a permanent.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
