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LONGING
 
There are times
when you feel like
reaching out........
......full length,
to grasp -
"the ultimate" ;
Something,
which you will not like
to dispense away with,
Somewhere,
from where
you will never waver
again;
An Equilibrium
But,
most of the times,
the best you can do is;
to swish your hand
and catch hold of;
thin, slippery, lukewarm air,
vanishing away into nothingness......
leaving you alone
amidst the pungent smell
of the smoky city.
Every night,
I lean against
the rusted gate
of this modest rented apartment,
and peep in the stillness,
of the late-night.
I see;
A lean column of smoke,
from a far off chimney;
reaching out......for the stars
being cruelly dispersed by the
breeze.
I see;
the flickering, pale beam
of the municipality street light;
reaching out....towards me
and being swallowed up
by the soft, persistent onrush
of the relentless darkness of night.
And,
loneliness becomes agreeable....
.....again
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