All the paths
Seems to be leading to one
A tiny little world
Which came into existence
A while ago
On its own terms
Hold on-my intending self says
When ever you remember her
Remember your self.
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I walked into ‘our’ little world
So many times
That I just forgot
Which world
Lead me which side
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Every thought lead me to one
Where in I found myself
Asking her repeatedly
To remember her self
When she remembered him
When ever she walked into
‘That’ tiny little world
The paradox is
That I ended up
Every time
Forgetting to remember my self.
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I am laughing.
Helplessly
Charged with over flowing energies
Though I hardly slept
In the last two days.
