Let me not say "missing you"

My verse

when it revolves around thinking of you

in a way that is a strange mix of

yearning and a smile

has there two words in common,

"missing you"

and it is perplexing

because whenever I write these two words,

I do really miss you

and it changes the plot

whatever I write

turns into pure yearning

Today, I thought

of devising a plan

I will not say that I miss you henceforth

can I replace there words with

a set of five or six words,

like "in the aura of your sweetness"

or "meddling my thoughts with you"

or even, "in love with your existence?"

People may argue that words are creation

of a human mind

so what will happen If I keep on saying that I am

"missing you"?

I am not aware of someone else' thoughts

I do not want to trade off yearning with desperation

If I am in love with your existence

I see you everywhere

hence, no point of saying that I miss you

Now this decision looks like it will not change

and I feel relived in a certain way

my truth is that your presence in my life is

a healing centric proposition

you are here and now

and I spend my days and nights and

the highs and lows of this eternal drama of breathing daily

with my truth

that you are around

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Rise with you

When the sun stretches its golden arms, and the morning whispers your name, I think of you, steady as the tide, warm as the hearth, a beacon in the quiet storm. Your laughter, a melody that dances through the chaos, a song I hum when the world grows heavy. Your spirit, unyielding, a tree rooted deep, its branches reaching for the infinite sky. In your presence, I am more. Not because you fill me, but because you remind me of the light I carry within. You are the mirror that reflects the beauty I often forget. Together, we are a symphony— not perfect, but alive, each note a testament to the joy of being seen, of being known. You are my safe harbour, my compass in the wild, my friend, my love, my vista And when the night falls, and the stars blink awake, I will rise with you not above, not below, but besides, always besides, in the quiet grace of this boundless love. And when the night descen...

On a special note (Haikus)

She crosses many paths And the Sun is down Her hands are curious Laughter reverberated with ease The sound of a window opening Sky is lit Love, an enigma She looks at her glasses Who is smiling now? Richness of the emotions The eyes look benign Realm of endless thoughts Great is the morning The book falls She touches her mind

Gloom

Blueberries gaping out of a black and white mug chiseled scraped clouds dissemination of a halo Gloom! Persecution of a perspective Shallow intercepts of void the eyes don't pop up on wit Gloom! Smile or a facade? promiscuous promises no more churlish fantasies Gloom! With a bang of sorts exuberance of a victim vivid experiences of certainties Gloom! No voice that sounds like the ocean a vacuum in reason a virtuous moral man Gloom!

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