Understood, no? ;-)

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Either if that land comes to me
or if I go to near the moon
rather, if I count the distance between the heaven and the hell
whatever you see or say
but I see and say there is a space

How long or thick I don’t know, but there is a space
where there is a vehicle or wind even empty
and the spaces, we run through air, land or the sea
if there exists any light or dark,
even I go through the time on the light speed
there I have seen a long space

Even between you and me
a little or big space
the shadow,
when I close to you
it has grown compact and even sometimes turned to dark
I can't see you
rather I see there is a space between you and me

And the star to star
sun to other stars
earth and the moon
and the moon and me
where there is a you there is at least a little space
even it dark or light
neither true nor false
either life or death
there is a space between you and me
your road to my road
your home to my home
at least a river, ocean or a wall that has created a space
your heart to my heart
your soul to my soul
there is a little space either light or dark
my love, that grew the difference between you and me
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

He wants her to clutch his fingers when they are walking in the vernal jaunts,
He wants her to clung him in the thundering nights and let the heat of the body pass through their breaths...
and let the breaths breeze around the necks,
He wants her to snuggle his visage to her ***** when he is in low spirits,
He wants her to speak through osculation.
He wants her to listen to his copious conversations caricaturing his life..
He wants her to be in the spree silences to experience the existence.
He wants her to run after him in the rainy raptures and let the drops of the rain strew between them...
He wants her to plop her ear upon his chest so that the reverberations of his throbbing induce the dormant to her.
He wants her to know that she is the messenger of the seraphim,
Her existence is to acknowledge her creation and her beauty and her source..
He wants her to be the spur to his work..
He wants her to embody his life...
He wants her to be the afflatus of his life.
He wants her to know that his life is to her...
He wants her to attain the freedom from the cycles of life and death with him.
That's all he wants from her but for him it is vital..

Every sunrise is a new awakening
Illuminating the intellect with power
To dispel darkness from the world
Embracing every heart with its warmth
And nurturing love to full blown flowers
Making this celestial garden resplendent
Its beautiful rays prancing in every particle
Holding the brightness of the sun, within

Science, you beauty!
Be it the missions to Mars
or those yummy chocolate bars
Be it the gadgets we use, or the comfort of shoes
The magic of airplanes, or cars shooting down lanes
what have you not, in your armory got
what more will you show, to us bewildered does
Our jaws are on the floor, tingling in our toes
when you unveil your magic, we can only squawk like crows
Speechless and breathless, your discoveries leave us
Joy is ours, when you unveil the covers
of the magic of nature, that wickedly smart creature
Such is the comfort, that you have gifted us bummers
that we do as we please, lathering on the grease
no cause to hide, for we have science on our side!
Science, you beauty!

They say,
Time heals all wounds,
but even my deepest paper cuts
would not begin to bleed
and so the pain would wear on
and the scab would never form
and I was never able to expel the venom
buried deep inside.

You cannot always feel the bruises,
but sometimes I push on them to feel the pain.

You cannot always see the bruises,
but that doesn't mean it hurts any less.

I dug the knife into my skin,
then asked you to pull it out
and you did not do it the way I hoped.

You did not make a clean cut,
but twisted it, ever so slightly,
and the **** was bigger than before.

I do not blame you for my injury,
and with all that time you spent in hospitals,
I guess I thought you would be better at healing.

I cannot speak to the future,
and I wish not to think of my dreams.
I had plans for the two of us
that your arms could not wrap around
and God, I wish they were holding me.

Perhaps the tears need to fall
to replace the blood I never lost,
and perhaps the pain that hurts the most
are the hopes I keep inside.