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Rupsha always had the final say. No matter what Sohail wrote, she had to edit. Just had to. Sohail was a brilliant author, he could paint with words. He could tickle, provoke,  incite and excite with his pen but he was too casual with construction and punctuation.. Rupsha knew that after was done with it,  it was a perfect piece. She knew Sohail wrote for her,  he always had, for the last 6 years she was all he wrote for... Sometimes explicitly, sometimes subtly but the objective was always a nod of approval from her.
Sohail loved that look,  curly hair,  kohl laden eyes and that smile which meant the world to him....
Sohail wrote something today... Rupsha wasn't there to edit anymore... Rupsha saw it on Facebook.... She went through it... It had so many errors... Yet it struck the heart, just as it always did.... But she knew she couldn't correct him anymore,  the mistakes were too personal... She had lost the right...
Sohail still wrote... Now for himself... He just didn't realise that couldn't write so well anymore... A part within had died... A part within had given up on the softer side of literature... The part that sulked all day... The part though tiny would sulk always...

The sun rays of this very dawn....
strikes a heart cord right upon....
like a wild bird trapped in the dark of cave
fluttering fast , in the quest of light ...Intoxicated and rave...
The water frets the water flows
the heart is young , passion grows
the earth in its feverish mood... Shivers on as snow flakes brood...
The foaming sea , the fiery waves..
Cries out lot as if bereaved...
In the state of fanatic quest
searching on and on...
For the exit door at least , the world he knocks upon...
Confronting Him he asks aloud what he has for heart..With what he ties the world apart... How the end would start...
Breaking chains..Breaking hearts... Make the most at will...
With each blow harder and harder on ..Its bound to dent the steel...
Let the heart decide for now...
Let the free will reign...
Fear and darkness flee tonight...
As desires jump the brain..
Sympathy thou shall swell and flow...
Prison cells will break...
I shall flood the world and sing
reveries of day break...
With open hair, I pick up buds...
My rainbow wings spread on dreams... 
I shall giggle with all my heart amidst warm sun beams..
I shall jump from hill to hill..
I shall steal from earth... I shall clap with every beat and sing in joy and mirth...
So many words , so many songs, so much life so pure...
So much joy, desires , mirth...Life shall rise for sure...
I still dont know, why the swell...
Why is life so dear...
Is it him, whose song rings loud.. His melody do I hear?
Why do shackles ring again... Why prison bar...
Break break break free tonight.. Let the door ajar...
Did the bird chirp today , did they sing at morn...
Did the sun shine at all...
Did it come, the Dawn?
This was the last piece...

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