Date: January 21, 2016

Over The Years (a poem)

Long kisses and longer goodbyes
shrimp burgers and french fries
these things our dates comprised
and time spent apart we despised…
now sometimes I slip back in time
and memories of us flood my mind
and when I see you sleep
I feel the same love sincere and deep
the same like I always did
amazing that it hasn’t reduced even a bit…
I do fight and debate but it doesn’t mean I hate
can I when I think you’re my soulmate
it’s been only you since we met…
now in these busy days when we fit in a date
I can’t help but relate
these times to those
I’m glad we as ever are so close
and glad over the years our hearts never froze and above all trying times we rose
to become a great team…
I look back and I can’t help being amazed at how fantastic our journey together has been…
and what a greatest companion you’ve been…
Thank You

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The Threshold (short story)

It was one of those days,her left facial muscles were twitching violently,specifically around her mouth,she didn’t know what to make of it,it was the first time something of this sort happened.
He could see that she was going through some turmoil lately,she’d laugh in fits,cry endlessly,just stare at the pages,break into a dance,jump of joy and break down again,it was pretty obvious she was upset,today when she asked him to check if he could see the twitching,he answered in the affirmative,stroked her hair,pulled her near and hugged her,she couldn’t stop the tears,then she inquired if something was to happen to her would he put her away,abandon her,he lifted her and placed her on his lap and held her tight and said “I’m never going to let go of you no matter how hard it gets,when all these years I put up with your insanity,anxiety,moodswings,your need to be alone,your need that pushed even me into solitude,while I craved company I found myself mostly alone,after all these years of selflessly being with you,after all these efforts I’m not going to give you up now,and now I’m not alone,I have our kids,they’ll get US through,you,I will hold close no matter what and if I miss you I’ll read your poems,I’ll find company there” …..she just then realised that her poems which were not complete yet were written in a bad handwriting,she had to rewrite them neatly and without wasting a moment she took a new notebook,her favourite handmade one and started writing,lost again in her world and he was left at the threshold,waiting for her to call his name……

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