Baked Life...


We met again,
We met to meet or to depart again..
We met to breathe life,
to make sure we still not dead.
You are certain and I am not sure again
for the next time,we meet.
I would rather be content for the moment.
I was not thinking anything but you
and while we were making love
a breaking news flashed of one more blast,
In a bakery whose cookies were served to one of them who blew it off.
I embraced you with a tight hug and offered my gratitude
for making me feel alive.


13th Feb,2010

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