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Who is who?
In the silence that sinks into you,
In the seclusion that excludes you,
You begin to realise without her you are not you,
And you begin to believe in her more than you do in you,
Wherever you might be, her thoughts seem stubbornly pervasive,
And in this state of her pervasiveness you let her memories become invasive,
And now you are no more you and this happens to you in phases successive,
Now everything appears yonder and so inconclusive,
But you love her because now she is a part of you,
You exist in her and not in you,
Even your heart revolts as it begins to beat for her and not for you,
You no longer exist in days or months, you just exist in moments where you wonder without her what are you?
In life everything seems pertinent because you have evolved into a poker face,
Because no matter how hard you try, in the mirror, in your own reflection you see her face,
A sort of a purgatory for true lover’s face,
Where through some intermediary grace you now kiss her face,
Because now it is difficult to tell who is who,
Whether it is you, it is her, and you wonder who can tell; who?
After struggling to define who is who,
You let her face, her memories, her feelings, her heart beats define you. Because this is who you are, the real you!
So let me love you Irma with this poker face,
And see if you can find the grace in this superimposed face,
And when million reflections are cast in the mirror of life let me see if you can identify the face,
That loved you for your beautiful heart and your inward grace!
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