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[dedmustdie]

One day you'll find that the weight has lifted
And through the shadows of troubled teens
You'll see that you are no longer gifted
Your talents fading into the routine

The city sights are no longer exciting
And looking back I can tell you this
You were most beautiful while you were writing
Inspired and biting your tender lips

I take a walk through the hall of memories
Admiring the splendid art of fate
All of a sudden a burst of weariness
Would crush me like an empty crate

And like the once sacred ashes of Gahndi
The sweet mirage would be scattered by the wind
The road to heaven is long and winding
And might be something we'll never win

But we still have our rooftop evenings
And you still are my raspberry days
I crawl collecting inch-by-inch of meaning
And each new piece makes me feel dismay

Just then despite all the new commandments
Like thunderstorms in wonderland
An irresistable memorandum
No better chance for my search to end

You go and write a transfixing poem
So mesmerising it made me cry
A blend of Paris, the sea and Maugham
The golden middle of truth and lie

And even though I have never met you
I learnt your body's birthmarks by heart
So never wake me and never rescue
Until reality do us part.

1.11.08