Poetry

A Conceived Reality

The aura of heartbreak
Was just beginning to wear off
When his eyes met mine
And lulled my senses.

My staggering emotions took the center stage
But he embodied such gentleness
And groped his way through

My quirks took the better part of me
But he turned a blind eye
And wrapped me in his huge arms

As we slow danced
Moving to the rhythm of the music
And living for the moment
His sotto voce lingered in my ears leaving a lasting impression

He listened to my shaky uttrances and reveled in them
As a connossieur of my deeds, his fondness clouded his judgement

My fastidious nature gave way to vulnerability when his fingers touched mine

Not in my wildest imaginations would I have ever envisaged such ardour.

If this is a dream I refuse to wake up because my reality is no way synonymous to this.

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