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First toast of that royal acumen.....



Infinite catalyst of earth's high-flown southern province ( now because of the valid proximity, of course you know the name :) ) & some other things (that obviously can just be felt rather than being written about) were lying ahead of him..... in the very deary eyes that he would've ever seen and the improbable gestures that he received from her as the tokens of mildly pasteurized love..

The innocence of destruction, with soft promises.... like the ones which he witnessed the last time when he barely knew the definition of simple love or of the world that wasn't adequate enough for mere fiscal things.....

And now........ the clasped things were there, unsparingly ahead those lustrous eyeballs that....., in their own virtues had vouch for a thousand centuries.,.

"A memoir of the incidental past he used to carry then....a shattered chain of old silver springs.,. escorting some unknown chatters in the street outside...(which often,still reminded of their old pre-existence).."


oh well, have developed an old rascal of an habit for deviation....
Anyway,

a rough....fine day it was till the only meeting that left it's imprints on the minutely caressed nerves..
As you know...,the 'accidental nearby catches' still come in lofty packs now a days (too?)...:)

'Different names they have on each occasion for him..... Especially when the tyranny of the past get buried in the seedlings of the limelight...'

And just when the particular events are declared discreetly.......(well you know...not every thing is in equipoise)

She's wise enough to get his tainted hints along the sideline of those audited shadows....
For ""From higher multi-dimension...to the free subordinate...,if some words are enough to tell.... Then something isn't of that much worth"".,

The last time they were in his realm....some of the least options were there ......and then....they willingly felt captivated ....for the beauty of whole cosmos often ....is like the fossils of her old home..., that....when ripped apart in the mere mechanics.....keeps her oblivion till the last surge of self-contained ego......often a new neighbor <ignorance they call it > gets to peep in (too)

Protected with the cloaks he keeps her.... In the multiverses of the combined imaginations..... Just like an odd revolution must be...., for the congruence of the best..... For the liberation of new legends.

*[maybe ....for he thinks....that she's clean....expert,..chaste,& twice born.... just like him ]*

call it what-ever.......,the truth remains the same.....
the one(s) ...waiting for him were always there.....rejoicing again.....to get back for all the way a very new creation of the roads of serendipity....
when marriages of words don't matter anymore...., and the freedom of the oceans can be felt anywhere....there the search comes to an end.....for just like him...."the one" often displays prowess of some newly (designed) split personalities...,






often.... he diligently practices to keep her.,.despite the 'temperamental singularity' factor between them in all the days.. But the way must be theirs or just his....only

well some ridicule the lifestyle and some the peaceful temperament


but in all the non-physical ways.....he allows the tempting desires to drip from her ears along with the multiple intellectual orgasms.....
aside of the artistry that he is remembered for in his demeanor.....

forgotten letters of the old eon when flew along the morning breeze....with the uninvited rain of resistances.....

Thereby.....

she heard him whispering to her, 'Now you see me and now you don't......:))'



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