He does not talk to me regularly,
But he loves me daily…
He does not wish to be with me always,
But he remembers me daily…
He neither says he won’t leave me nor will he hold my hands forever,
But always keeps a mind of his acts which may lead to a break down…

He does not talk to me regularly,
But he loves me daily….
What is it to blame those eyes – which can fall for anyone,
What is it to blame that heart – which can melt for anyone,
Intimacy of one’s soul with the other is a must,
Otherwise, what to blame about body – which can get seduced anyhow?….
For that transient pleasure, he does not chide me,
He does not submerge any soul into his own…

He does not talk to me regularly,
But he loves me daily…
Not expressing in order to abscond the evil eye,
He do not show his affections in front of others…

He does not talk to me regularly,
But he loves me daily…
He does not understand my intense deep-rooted words,
But he always targets my soul with his vehemence…
He does not share his secrets to me,
To not get me upset, he doesn’t make moves…
With the description of my talks he understands my silence,
He always tries to discern the emotions behind that silence…

He does not talk to me regularly,
But he loves me daily…
Every feeling has its own definitions,
Every relation has its own expectations,
Without a rope, he never puts any rights on me,
Never tried to bind me,
Never tried to keep me within bounds..
He does not talk to me regularly,
But he loves me daily…

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