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Those stars, twice upon which I was graced with their radiance. But maybe I imagined. Maybe I conjectured. No matter, for it is no comfort to know those radiance will fade, their owner, gone, before I get to know,..

And I? Just a speck of dust in the endless galaxies they roam ever upon. 

In a moment

so transient,
Your name will no longer be endearing.
your presence, would no longer require endurance.
but why do you press at your heart so
and make me forget my resolution
why do you have to look so

I pray you, stop
more
don't look so vacant
the keenness do accentuate
but I do not even matter

it will be transient
and I will get better-
no more silliness- I,
won't let my guard down
for now, you own.

Your perfection is misery inducing.

another 2 and still enduring
your perfection.
all I see
-perfection

The writer must write what one cannot express! If only. This too shall pass. But God give me patience!

And 3 more

And no more. I would say, "au revoir" but I would not see 

And I would forget the grey skies 

Your dark eyes - pray, 

Let me gaze 

One last time 

A+++

I said hi. It has been almost 6 months when last I saw him. In the same light blue shirt. His short structure and assuming gait. Almost 3 years ago, this figure was intimidating- almost detestable. Well, don't I remember, having been a victim of the accusation, "Copied work?" But that was long ago. Now he uttered his surprise and our discourse drifted into a painful reminder of a summer long past. How everyone is doing now, how they are doing now, how I am doing now..

He told me, "Think for the long-term. Don't be swayed by temporary ...."
I assured him I would not, I would try not to.

And then he asked, "What do you think of doing?"
I laughed uncertainly, mumbling along the line of "going with the flow" and "whatever I can get".

I did not think I would ever hear them. Or that I was capable of it. Or that I was deserving.
Of hearing them. But he replied.

"You can make it."

I am grateful, to have been a pupil of such an extraordinary teacher.

Remember when

I told him I have done a terrible thing.

He said,
no.

You've done many terrible things. 

"Spirit lead me

where my trust is without borders,
 let me walk upon the waters wherever you would call me
take me deeper than my feet could ever wander,
 and my faith would made stronger in the presence of my Saviour.

And I will call upon your name keep my eyes above the waves
when oceans rise,
My soul will rest in Your embrace. 

When feet may fail and fear surrounds me, 
You never fail and You won't start now."

Hey nonny nonny

The pen just hovered over the thin lines, waiting for a signal. But none came. 

Perhaps, 6 more times and it will dance flawlessly again. And then I'll laugh and write "Here it goes: parting is such sweet sorrow.". 

Then sigh not so, but let them go and be you blithe and bonny, converting all your sounds of woe into Hey Nonny-nonny! - Much ado about nothing, Shakespeare