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The starry night speaks to me in a strange tongue, When that still stargazer carves my dreams,   Dreams that roam the earth like a nomad to come back to you, You, my haven where I entwined your frame with ink, Ink that turns blue when you're happy, red when you're sad, Like the evening's calescent sky that imbibes coldness out of blue, The reducing warmth between us is evident and palpable, But still, my chapped lips chant your name in this wintery weather, A name that hurts yet soothes me, a name I can't forget, For it has been etched not only in letters but also within my heart, A name I will keep reminiscing till the moment my heart stops beating, Your name itself is my heart's throb, it'll never stop beating. The starry night speaks to me in a strange tongue, When that still stargazer carves my dreams,   Dreams that roam the earth like a nomad to come back to you, You, my haven where I entwined your frame with ink, Ink that turns blue when you're happy, red when you're sad, Like the evening's calescent sky that imbibes coldness out of blue, The reducing warmth between us is evident and palpable, But still, my chapped lips chant your name in this wintery weather,

The starry night speaks to me in a strange tongue, When that still stargazer carves my dreams,   Dreams that roam the earth like a nomad to come back to you, You, my haven where I entwined your frame with ink, Ink that turns blue when you're happy, red when you're sad, Like the evening's calescent sky that imbibes coldness out of blue, The reducing warmth between us is evident and palpable, But still, my chapped lips chant your name in this wintery weather, A name that hurts yet soothes me, a name I can't forget, For it has been etched not only in letters but also within my heart, A name I will keep reminiscing till the moment my heart stops beating, Your name itself is my heart's throb, it'll never stop beating. The starry night speaks to me in a strange tongue, When that still stargazer carves my dreams,   Dreams that roam the earth like a nomad to come back to you, You, my haven where I entwined your frame with ink, Ink that turns blue when you're happy, red when you're sad, Like the evening's calescent sky that imbibes coldness out of blue, The reducing warmth between us is evident and palpable, But still, my chapped lips chant your name in this wintery weather,

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...and if it's a ride that'll never end, I'll decide to come crunching your time, All way along, even if it's as queer, For you are not just a brother, Not just another writer cruising here; You're that petrichor that I dawdle for. That first summer rain, which can Quench my everlasting thirst. And, I wonder, If you are just another friend? Dedicating a #testimonial to Kumarpal alias Mr. Transformer. Uhh! Not just a writer. Something more than that. He is a perfectionist (to me). Such heartfelt words from his pen! He himself is an epitome of cuteness and sweetness. Yo! You all know him! What do I say? I'm such a poor soul. I don't have enough words. And, I don't talk a lot :-P. So I can't say more. Much love to ye bro!

...and if it's a ride that'll never end, I'll decide to come crunching your time, All way along, even if it's as queer, For you are not just a brother, Not just another writer cruising here; You're that petrichor that I dawdle for. That first summer rain, which can Quench my everlasting thirst. And, I wonder, If you are just another friend? Dedicating a #testimonial to Kumarpal alias Mr. Transformer. Uhh! Not just a writer. Something more than that. He is a perfectionist (to me). Such heartfelt words from his pen! He himself is an epitome of cuteness and sweetness. Yo! You all know him! What do I say? I'm such a poor soul. I don't have enough words. And, I don't talk a lot :-P. So I can't say more. Much love to ye bro!