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Jul 2018
When I hadn't fallen for someone I used to think a lot.
I can't figure out what can I talk and what can not?
Is there any institution where this could be taught?
Or a guy like me can never learn & I should put away this thought.

But then I gotta know that secret lies in HOW.
WHAT TO TALK is never the question I've understood it now.
I have learned from this experience somehow.
And I can make her feel like princess if she will allow.

I realized I fell in love when I couldn't stop talking.
At nights, her social profiles, I started stalking.
Losing the sense of surrounding I started jaywalking.
And, In my book of life, a new chapter is now unlocking.

The sun for me doesn't even rise without her morning wish.
My friends are telling me that I've stopped being selfish.
For me, each word of yours is precious, although you think it as *******.
I usually act mature but with you I can't stop being childish.

Smiling so widely when your parents are watching you.
Telling each other about every situation which we've been through.
Thinking that the hours of our conversations are really very few.
A poet fell in love and you all are reading his point of view.
We all fall in love and that's a great feeling I know. But a poet falling in love, that's out of this world.
Udit Vashishth
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Udit Vashishth  24/M/New Delhi, India
(24/M/New Delhi, India)   
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