mentaldisplacement
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It was a lonely nightwith my phone out of sight. I laid on my bed, looking at the sky, Was just looking here and there, Until this thing caught my eye. This thing was shining bright, As if giving darkness a fight. What is it Tushal? you ask? Guessing isn't a difficult task.. It's actually the God's boon, Only we call it our Moon. I looked at the moon, and smiled, A teardrop fell from my eyes, Hesitantly I reached for my phone, reminiscing of the times which are gone, Opened her texts and the last message I read, She started with a hi , "How are you? I hope you okay, and there is this thing I want to say, But do take care of urself, And the days to come, Because in your life there is lot to be done, Don't wonder Tushal, if I am okay, It's alright, it's just another day, Don't worry if I am not, That's what I have got. Don't ask why, but I just can't bring myself to talk, "I had known this would happen someday, Cuz' sadly the best ones are the first ones to go away, In return I had replied, "My moon, you are a person so rare, How should explain you, You are my answered prayer.I never knew love, Until I felt for your kind self, Now losing you is like, Losing myself. "I didn't compel her to stop, Cuz I knew the reasons behind, How and what you ask? Because I know my Moon's mind. Still, disappointed, to God I said, How can your decision be so unwise, To take away from me, my moon and my sunrise?I put away my phone, And looked intensely at the moon, smiling, chuckling and crying, Like your favorite toon,Now I don't want to make you bored, Because this is a story of, Letting go of the woman I adored. O people, you must be wondering, What about the story of hers and mine? Perhaps, I will tell you another time..…