she is short
four eleven
pretty brown cute
rare love, a gem
though i never have seen

brown bamboo tall
im five and eight
wouldn't see
if i stood straight
after all
these years we connect

we made a milestone date
named it decemberone
by the time im writing this
two months, we are on

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march one we met
you looked so pretty
in that art council's front gate,
i gave you a hug there,
we were on a art date

its fact that
everything falls into base
i did a justice
to call an art to its place

next we were out
to cafe'd salon
parked a car in no parking zone,
this closeness had our
heart fell like a balloon

i gave her my sweat shirt
although the warm was the weather
she had something for me too
safely put on her bag
to surprise me later

she paid the bill
with my credit card owned
i made a video of her
dancing in front

she did paid the half
to me later
it wasn't fair that way
is that your car in no parking? said the waiter.

evening walk to hills of swoyembu,
stiff those stairs,
crowded was the place
wouldn't reconsider to go in pair,

dropping off to her place,
small roads of basantapur,
made me sweat that evening
couldn't raze me anymore,

finally, the minute of depart,
she pulled her bag,
gave me a whale keyring and a **** candle,
it's there in my collection rack.

we were one of old love
at new road side ways
everything is going remind me of you
the seconds we spent that day.

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we are one year apart
the love story end before the start
its all blame on me,
confusing you with this heavy heart

i tried to set things at ease
you’d think i’ve been playing you as a tease
i am in no stand to give my reasons,
forgive me, you should have never gone through this.

i’d ask you if we'd restart, be mine,
i want you back but i should not, its fine,
listening to this shameless audacity,
you should not waste a second of your time.

and i wish all the best for you,
though i will not stop sharing the songs as we do
we are just not together but share some emotions, right?
so, i believe you will share some too