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In Some Parallel Universe…

And in some parallel universe
He is mine for the rest of our lives.

And in some parallel universe,
Every morning I get to see his face before I see the sun.

And in some parallel universe,
He calls my name and wakes me up.


And in some parallel universe,
I come home at night all jaded only for him to make every pain fade away with just a smile.

In some parallel universe, I’m dying a happy death as he holds my hand and puts his head on my shoulder, while I breathe and kiss him for one last time.

ShadesofLife

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When I am not busy scribbling and sketching away on little pieces on paper, I am found cozying on my recliner enjoying movies and cartoons. A dreamer and an artist, I am in love with all things beautiful. Prefer Bukowski and Gulzar over Shakespeare and Tagore. And nights over daytime. Anti-social and friendly in the same breath. Desperately trying to bring being nice in vogue. This blog is an itinerary of a girl amidst the cacophony of metropolitan life facing the struggles & unexpected surprises that life offers.

2 thoughts on “In Some Parallel Universe…

  1. I know what you mean. I often have some trauma impulse to imagine that I can go into some Parallel Universe were things are just a bit ‘better’. it came from love lost. I realize the love i strive for now, which is still ‘good’ and ‘pleasant’ feels like a shadow of how strong it used to be, what it used to motivate me to become. I’m not even that old, i just gave up on those people who really made me -feel- it.

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