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Care, if you want, else..(one minute read)

When I wish
to talk my heart out,
you stood right there
to hear me out..

All I could say
wasn’t all, as
neither I could complete
nor could you hear enough..

For all that time,
you stood right there
though for me but
never would you hear..

For you were so engrossed,
so deeply engraved,
in listening to those
which were mere disturbances..

Those talks over phone,
Those call-outs from unknowns,
mattered more than my words
which you never heard..

For those mere disturbances
were your priorities
And I guess, there,
I was the odd one out..

“For those like us
who live miles apart
a conversation means more
than just mere exchange of words..”

This, I reiterated
not just once,
but I believe
you are well off
without just me and done..!

If this persists,
then that day is not far,
when you and I
would be sitting across..
When you would be
trying to hear just two
amidst all the chaos,
which would be a lovely conversation
between me and my only one!

β™₯β™₯

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15 thoughts on “Care, if you want, else..(one minute read)

  1. Loved the flow of emotions that you exhibited so brilliantly at various stages of the bond in this incredible post thanks for sharing such a wonderful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 😊

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    1. Thank you Sidharth for stopping by..! Glad you liked it..!! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚
      I would surely visit your blog and let you know my views..! Keep writing and happy reading..! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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  2. Truly Mesmerising. People like us know the true meaning of cherishing the people we hold beloved but all arent the same. For them, as you mentioned, those distractions are all they see. But at a later stage in life they realise that the moments they thought were insignificant, were actually what remain as memories.

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