Between those blurs

 Down the alley, 

Between those blurs,

Hours passed like dandelion tufts.

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Once it was love for lost ones,

The hidden characters,

The justified villains,

The dusty lanes in imaginative outskirts,

Those shadows in these passways,

Reminded of trees and swaying sugarcanes,

Rhythmic to the light hanging above,

Flickering, frolicking, feigning twirls.

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Then the slow romance began to burn,

Characters were being introduced in actual,

Hearts fluttered, 

Chills chasing spinal columns,

The same passways turned more blurred,

Unaccompanied shadow intertwined with another,

The stars mixed to create galaxies,

And the galaxies turned into universe,

All the while, the flickering light was the only observer.

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Lips met lips, and hips got crushed,

A thud on back, and a book knocked over,

Flickers invited grins, devilish staring continuing,

Hairs got yanked, and moans escaped maws,

A few strange glances, but not a cause of woe.

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This intense ritual of making and breaking,

Scattered pages and wild tackling,

Continued behind 

Those stacks of paperbacks and ledgers.

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- Raj Nandani