I conceal our concise story, story of two strangers who meet accidentally.
And I remember the moment, where we went quiet.
When your zeal made me defenseless.
The veracity of that moment ends my hesitation.
I was never so bold, bold enough to listen to my heart.
You uphold this tyro, tyro who now learns to be free.
That miraculous moment ignites my soul.
Your amiable nature, uplifts my heart.
That moment in which I had you by my side, now stays eternal.
The remembrance of that day, gives a feeling of gratification.
The Felicity which you provided is immortal.
I've never been so diffident with my feelings,
They form a fallacy & makes me nebulous, the next moment I find myself all gloomy.
'Cause the story was so concise that it ended the day that we met.
Was that a dream?
Was that an imagination?
Was 24th June an illusion?
Coz baby, now I feel my love is biased.
But you'll never know that coz I keep my feelings abstruse.
It's not just an affinity for me,
It's lot more than you and I could think of.
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Pent-up Memories
PoetryExperience speaks to pen, pen talks about it to the paper. If the paper flies over to every place ,that experience becomes a lesson.
