Tell me what do I write about
Nothing much of significance rests on me lately
It's hard to bear
A plethora of trivialities and a train of recalcitrant musings
Just a thought of you
here and there
Robs me off my senses
The only few moments of sanity I'd call
In this amorphous actuality.
Your absence however meaningless
Adds meaning to my poetries
It humbles my harsh and dubious ways
And carves a purpose for my continuity.
And someday when we meet
Life will be meaningful, poetries not so much
I shall offer you a piece of my peace
A small price to pay for your presence
And that day I shall write about
The lack of discernment in love.
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