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Mysterious Girl

 You came to me like a fresh gust of wind,

As spring follows winter,

With flowers and cheer all around,

Back in Kolkata of the 90s.

We played the FLAME game on the school bus,

And you were my best friend who I could never let go of,

Had it not been for that day,

When even though I'd gone, we'd sealed a bond immortal,

You were my twin, rightly I was your flame.


And then you met unconsciously several times,

Protecting me from the nasty ambitions of unruly kids,

Like when in 2003, you met outside a test center,

Asking to share my lunch.

But I'd forgotten you totally,

Until I shared with you my orange tee,

And then again in 2008 in LSR,

We kissed, in the cafe - you wore my orange tee.

Yes, see, I remember.


There were times you tried and tested me,

To see if I were genuine,

I don't mind the judgment, 

Because with judgment comes strong passion,

To know, to discern the truth,

But baby, let me tell you that,

I remember you with all my heart,

With a soul that now awaits completion.

Come back, for I need you.

Come back, 'cause you're my twin,

Yes, we shall be one,

Underneath the shining sun,

2022 - the year of the twin flames conjoined.



Hoping for a memorable 2022, guys please say a prayer for me so I may meet my twin flame whom I can't place. Been so long, she's a mysterious girl who doesn't come easy.





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