A mediocre
You're enjoying I'm creating Neither hundred percent Nor the hundredth of whole Only like a mediocre of You and me. As long as I'm writing My poem bridges the gap Even though a single Atom of us.
When the conversation turns into meeting.
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A long telephonic conversation
Turns into meeting finally.
No place was chosen,
Took a ride ultimately.
I enjoyed driving
Because of my pillion rider.
Wondered several places,
No parking, no sider.
Emotions were in full fledged,
I was overwhelming.
The boat of my passion,
I was sailing.
......
You questioned my expectation,
I took jerk and brake.
My senses were numb
That love is not a cake.
Nothing was left,
Except coming back.
Pushing body in a black hole
Played a zig zag.
Lovely, full of emotions
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