Credit: Sheela Pillai You tell me you have to go. After travelling all the way to steal the ecstasy from my eyes, you tell me you have to go. "Why?" I ask. Will some more time hurt? I wish I could freeze the moment when sliced the wind into pieces of tranquility, I wish you never left. What is it so enchanting that's drawing you back? Tell me, I won't be hurt, for I am not telling you that I am enchanting enough for you to stay, I am but a wanderer, too enchanted by the legacies of all the racing clouds and the bleeding sun, but again, do I have to be enchanting for you to stay? "Tell me" I ask again Tell me what is that you go back in search of, the very second you meet me. You tell me you are lost as well, in between all the slithering memories. You tell me you have to go back trudging along those limned locks of life, You tell me you have to go back to make sure that the five-year-old understands that going back sometimes means going home and somet
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