You held my face in your warm hands
calmed my dried quivering lips
wrote the first word of an unmapped script
when you forgot we were just good friends
I moved towards you with thoughts of no ends
one silenced evening of an erratic journey
the sky dimmed lights, morning was in no hurry
when I realized we were more than just good friends
We made each other better between the moments
and amid forgetting and remembering
love however knew we were meant
-Kritika Vashist
Beautifully scripted the thoughts of your mind, or words expressing the smell of love that makes people forget everything thats what we call authentic love… ❤
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Thanks so much, Mansi. Nice to have you here 🙂
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pleasure is all mine kritika…. love to read more of your work..:)
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Niiiice!
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Thank you. 🙂
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So romantic, and i was all passionate reading this 🙂
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Thank you, Alok! 🙂
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Beautifully penned. ❤
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So very beautiful, Kritika!
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