A Hug

The longingness creeps-in, making me itch and creating a tempest,
A struggling self to seek comfort,
Going beyond the sparkling smile, the attempts to hide the turbulent  soul,
The thoughts that make me seek you 'WHOLE'.

The longing parts of me shouting your name,
Which only I can hear and dodges the others,
Every prayer said while returning to bed- ends with the thoughts of you being safe, and
me longing to be with you,
Seeking a  hug that completes 'me', and reinforcing the intense feeling of being with 'YOU'!

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