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Freedom lies in your hands

 My twin flame,


If you really care, please come now. I am tired of this long journey. I have faint but fond recollections of our experiences in past lives. I have been patient so far, but this is getting beyond my control. M, if you're listening, please come soon. I'm waiting. 


Sitting in the darkness of the night,

Pondering over incoherent words,

Striving to make them rhyme,

Waiting patiently for my time.

I write like an innocent 5-year-old,

But my words come from the depth of my heart,

If only you knew how much I've bled,

You'd realize that there isn't much left to shred,

I've been broken into bits and pieces,

Been dispersed into life's hits and misses,

But above all of it, 

You lie. 


So come down my way,

Let's join hands today,

Success or failures, let's lead them astray,

To live life for just another day,

Small or big wins they say,

Can soothe senses temporarily in a sway,

However, the determination is large,

And, I've got to refrain from getting cray.


Let this be my last appeal,

To you or whosoever my destiny reel,

You've got to come,

I bleed, I try, I tear and dry,

Yet there's no what, when and why,

If this is the signal, it's final,

I know from deep inside, 

That you are longing to meet me,

Be mine and leave the rest to destiny,

So come once again, it's a plea,

This time stay and let me be free.



Still waiting for you to come & fill my heart with peace and solitude... can't explain enough how much I need you.

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