with a flash of smile,
and seven words to be precise,
darkness sheds
to the lamp of my life
eyes met,
after having met on several occasions before
what matters is the silence
and music it whispered
familiarity reckoned
eons of knowing, while we remained strangers
coy and lost,
given into the seeking
directions faked
running in circles, as we went straight
what seemed a dream
is now a moment lit
thoughts crystallised
and once a liking, now becomes a longing
dispelling notions
of virtues and vice
taken away
to the fancied air of instinct
like a trail of beads
knows no more a thing.
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