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the secret affair- the story forward

She asked,”I see you, and I then see myself

there is so much of ‘You’ in ‘Me’

and so much of ‘I’ in ‘You’

yet, I call you, ‘You’

and call myself ‘I’

Where, my dear, is the “we”?

He smiled once again

amused this time

at the innocence of his lady.

Wrapped in his arms she heard him say,

“You are a testimony of the fact

that I am capable of love,

You are the bearer

and the manifestation of

my love.

But ‘we’ is the site of its

inception and culmination.”

A lot had gone by between them

and a lot was yet-to follow.

what went back was a part of lovely past

and the yet-to follow was adventure wrapped.

so lovely was that desire

that they dreaded reality

so blissful was reality

that they dreaded desiring!

the lost game

A pen will be enough,

a typing sheet will suffice.

But the words I need to utter

shall not flow tonight.

Let’s look for the fluorescence

the stimulator and the radiance

replaced by a hollow that runs deep

and appears abysmal and dark.

Who will answer when I ask?

For the force that is lost,

in which direction

should I look forward?

My blood lies cold,

the inspiration has ceased to flow.

Is it time to surrender,

I wonder have I lost the game

or the entire terrain?