When the sun dawned,
and the moon rose,
the hearts danced of emotions.

Some were tender and sweet,
and some were bitter and hard.
Some were very dark that none could hack.

Her laughs were songs and his talks were tunes.
Their love was hoot of an owl.

Her gentle hair and kind smile,
His delicate soul and her tough pride,
made the cupid shoot love to their exact marks.

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May be smile is overrated.
You never know what’s behind.
The pain, the rejoice or the love.
On the contrary, tears always boast of truth through eyes.
Wonder why it’s always underrated.

Did I fall in love?
Or did i just trip?
Did I let her touch my soul?
Or did I just escape?
So many questions,
So many answers,
Unmatchable. Undeniable.
May be I didn’t fall for her.
May be I just fell with the idea of loving her.
Should I tell her?
Tell her that I’m confused!
Confused, bewildered, struck.
Standing amidst nowhere wondering what’s between us.
But again, what’s between us?
What’s that feeling that my senses refute but my subconscious bargain.