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my forever flame






I looked for it far and wide
Across oceans,
Atop mountains
Over bridges
And in between ravines.


I looked for it in friends
And in foes
In open arms
& on shut doors


I looked for it during days & nights
At dawn and dusk
In incenses and fragrances
& all kinds of musk


I looked for it on weekdays
& on Saturday Brunches
During short coffee breaks
& Long lazy Sunday lunches


I looked for it in men
And their beguiling eyes
In their smooth talks
& practised smiles.


I looked for it in true loves,
And in one night stands
In forever & evers
And in morning afters


I looked for it in joy
And in heaps of sadness
In squeals of laughter
And in streaks of madness


Maybe its sitting
Under a big old tree
around some corner
Still hiding from me


Or maybe it's lying open in a park,
Where its quiet & calmer
Where I can hear dogs softly bark
& where the winter sun feels warmer


Or does it lie exposed
Under a midnight blue sky
Where the moon shimmers gently
Along with the stars twinkling & shy


I looked for it in arms around my waist
In kisses on my crown
In songs sung softly for me,
And as our fingers interlaced.


But alas, everything i found
Was short-lived & small
For nothing compared
To the glow within me
The flame that was my all.


The one that always stayed
The one that picked me up
The one I screamed often at
But the one I hugged right back,


No more wasted nights
Or scribbles in my books,
For I've finally found
That for which
Everywhere I looked.

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