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MY EPOCH INAMORATA

Stalking around the station platform,
Stress and confusion logging me off from my state of norm.
My head was paining too much,
Also it was nearing lunch
On, right was a coffee shop,
Made a long stride, reached there in a hop.
Soon, exchanged some coins for a cup of coffee,
Also did I collect the offered biscuits for free.
On side was an empty seat,
I sat on it, to find it hot cause of the mid-day-heat.
With the first sip of the drink, I burnt my tongue,
Out I expelled a warm breath from my lung.
Up comes the steam to cover my spectacle,
Within no time. it clears like a miracle.
And right through its glass I see a girl
With her hair brown, long, and fringe so curl.
Her face was a true sculpturers masterpiece
As beautiful as a Goddess from Greece
She was quite skinny, but bright,
With all her assets perfectly alright.
Though, She passed by, her images were in my mind
I was again seeing those images in rewind.
My coffee was over, soon came the train,
Popped inside before the rain goddess would show her pain.

I struggled a lot to find a seat,
Upon sitting, it screeching from beneath.
She now enters my compartment, finds a seat besides me,
I pinched my self to believe if it was she.
Plugging in my earphone,
I notice her reading a book alone.
Quarter past the clock, her book falls on my feet,
With all pages starting to discrete.
I take this opportunity to help her collect her pages,
Which were like single threads from laces.
My condition was as hot as peppery,
By helping her, I tried to do her heart robbery.
I struck the red iron by talking about her books,
Also in between I was praising her looks.
Soon our proximity reduced,
I reached a state where I was completely being deduced.
But for now she had to make a move,
So did I have to do.
She gets down with her tall feet, walks ahead
Without her besides me, at the moment I was living dead.
I carried my small face all the way home,
My pain began to branch, like stinging tentacles of a sea anemone
She was now adhered to my thoughts,
Cause she was a line, and Im only a set of dots.

Two Minutes


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Just two minutes ago,
Which seems like long ago.
I was with my dream girl,
Since she's left, feels like a fairy-tale gone hurl.


Just two minutes ago, she looked into my eyes
Saw her bow down, filled with shies.
I was now staring at her for a while
untill I was disturbed by a call on my mobile

Just two minutes ago I was with her
Couldnt believe I was  really there with her.?
It looked like a dream come true,
Staring at her I ended up looking like a statue.


Just two minutes ago, she held my hand,
I was dreaming of running away with her to Oakland.
I felt her tender fingers touch mine,
Expecting out future would redefine.


Just two minutes ago, our hands split, and a truck hit her,
Soon there is a pool of blood around her.
A sound of goodbye came out of her heart,
The pain of losing her is now poking me like dart.


--> Sulaiman Sait




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