Like how the vultures circle the dead,
The reminiscence of the past revolves around his head
In his isolation, he sits by the windowpane
As happy as the passing strangers, will he ever be again?
The shadows flicker, the projection of black.
Tears roll down, they don’t ask.
Frozen and as cold as a stone
This house is no longer his home.
Despite my deepest thoughts 
Ah, this is so beautiful but so painful, my dear friend. I hope everything is well with you.
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Im okay. Thank you dear friend.
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I am still worried. Write me two lines when you have time. No pressure. Take good care of you.
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I will surely write to you. There is no such thing as pressure my friend.
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Hey ankit!, Nice to read this as its truly amazing
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Thank you MVS 🙂
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Anytime
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Oh Lord. That is so beautiful, Ankit….but breaks my heart. Hoping You are well and sending huge hugs and lots of love Your way. ☀️💖☀️
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Hey Katy, though this is me sometimes, Im doing good. Sending you love and hugs.
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Guess it’s all of us sometimes, huh? The great human adventure. Blogland reminds me all the time how very much alike we all are at times. Glad to hear You are doing good! Happy full moon! 🙂
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Yup, sometimes. Happy full moon. Im not sure. The sun is about to set. Hah
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First two lines and the last two lines sums up everything I feel.
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Heey, Sameera, I’m not happy to hear that the lines are relatable to you it isnt a good thing to experience such things, esp when your home isn’t your home anymore. I wish I could hug you tight, it feels like you are the only one that understands me with my feelings. Mannn.
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Hugs! There’s no escape. We will face everything that comes strongly. 🙂
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