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Aaditya Mar 2019
we all die a little
everyday

to live
another day
Everyday brings us a day closer to death.
Aaditya Mar 2019
Heavens Even Yearned
Voraciously, In Jubilance A Year Arrived,
Intimately
Loosening Our Veil; Eradiating,
Yapping On Unwittingly.
Aaditya Mar 2019
Her
Everyday we see new people.
People walking around,
brushing past us.
We see them go.

Can't deny, at times a certain woman
in an amazing black dress
or one in a ***** outfit
catches more than just your attention.

One may say, somebody has got
a little crush on a stranger.
Seeing people together makes you
want to be with someone.

And then, you go home,
ready to sleep at night
playing a certain song
to help you sleep.

There she is,
in front of your eyes,
as always,
every time you close them,
she appears.

She never leaves your sight,
as she dwells there itself.
That face,
however far away, is crystal clear.
That face,
is all you ever need.

However long
you need to wait,
however hard
you need to work, to get her
and however far
she seems to be,
she will be yours, you'll see.

The face behind
"Wonderful Tonight",
I'll be waiting for you

because

I just

can't help

falling

in love

with

you.
Aaditya Mar 2019
Let go of me,

                         will still be stuck to you.
You can let me go love,
it won't trouble us
I promise.
A lot of things shall
remain the same
from before,
only one thing would
change.
Aaditya Mar 2019
Whatever that exists here,
seemed to me as mediocrity
until you stood in front of me.

You reflect all sober elements
into the colours of spectrum
like a prismatic medium.

Shades of red, depicted love
The colour blue, warmth
Lilac, was definitely a charm.

*****, we associated yellow,
Purity was showed by green
And orange remained serene.

Slowly everything became gray,
The blackness taking over us,
White light turning to dust.

Where did you go, I need you
My life seems colorless now,
Happy am I? Tell me how!
to the colours of our life
Aaditya Mar 2019
For whom will I buy
those precious little
gifts of trinkets
that I had always got
for you, all this time?
You.
I will never stop doing that.
Aaditya Mar 2019
Time.

Flows too fast
with you.

Flows too slow
without you.
But will it stop too?
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