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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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