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20/10/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

I slowly held out my hand for her
And she took it.

There was hesitation;
There was conflict.

But she held it nonetheless.

Love happens, they say, in
The smallest spaces of 

Time, as described by the greats,
Is an unending dimension that
Never stops.

Love, as  described by the greats,
Is a reaction to another 
Person who makes you feel

I learnt that Time was nothing
But another word for a stolen

Love was nothing short of 
A sigh and a smile.

She held my hand and
Tightened her hold.

I walked along with
Her by my side; never
Questioning, never 

She delivered the reason
And I became what
She wanted.

Time was immaterial.
Love was just another word.

We became one
And the world became 
Nothing but another person
Lost in a stranger’s house,
Looking for a way out.

Siddiqui F.

NB: Wrote this at work.

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