When I lost her, I found her.
The girl of hundred dreams.
She was so much there that I never felt her presence.
Like the cold breeze and Fragrance.
She never asked me how much I loved her.
Never did I tell her what I really felt.
We always held hands but never held hands,
Like the cold breeze and Fragrance.
I was heartless, hurtful and bad.
She was always beaming with life.
I made her unhappy, she made it pleasant,
Like the cold breeze and Fragrance.
Aabir Basu is a North Kolkata-bred bearded and spectacled Bengali Bhodrolok. He is on the right side of his thirties and is married to his teenage sweetheart. He has a master’s degree in Business Administration and is currently employed in some IT company. Aabir is an artist at heart: cartoonist, photographer, painter, movie buff, poetry enthusiast, lullaby story-teller, bathroom singer, religious philosopher and photo manipulator. He believes in creativity and breaking out of the cliché. Aabir's life is characterized by trying to spend a peaceful life while doing what he loves or trying to love what he does (that's too many trying in one sentence). Aabir writes blogs about life, religion, photo-blogs, politics, short stories, one liner quotes and everything else.
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