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    The Wanderlust Literary Journal: Timeless and Infinite Edition: Wanderlust literary journal, #2
    The Wanderlust Literary Journal: Timeless and Infinite Edition: Wanderlust literary journal, #2
    The Wanderlust Literary Journal: Timeless and Infinite Edition: Wanderlust literary journal, #2
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    The Wanderlust Literary Journal: Timeless and Infinite Edition: Wanderlust literary journal, #2

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    Second installment of the Wanderlust literary journal. This book contains poetry across a myriad of topics, short stories and awe-inspiring artwork. It also consists of a dedication page for frontline workers during the global pandemic. Edited by Muskaan Ayesha. Cover by A. Abowath. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWanderlust books
    Release dateJun 24, 2020
    ISBN9781393506911
    The Wanderlust Literary Journal: Timeless and Infinite Edition: Wanderlust literary journal, #2

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      The Wanderlust Literary Journal - Wanderlust books

      You.

      When the wretched day will appear,

      The sun will disappear,

      The moon will lose its radiance,

      The sky will rage in fury,

      The wind will howl in anguish,

      This will be the day,

      The day you forgot about me.

      When this day comes,

      I will use your name to count the stars in the night sky,

      I will use your memories as my heartbeat,

      I will use your thoughts as oxygen,

      I will use you to comfort my breaking soul

      -Muhammed Dadabhay.

      Wait for us.

      Yesterday we were fine

      Walking amongst each other

      Nodding in agreement

      Tiptoeing on the sidewalks

      Trying to put each foot on the right brick as we swayed to the ground

      And oh, how I would do anything to go back to those moments

      Meeting someone for the first time

      The subtle pull towards a stranger

      These sights,

      These glorious sights that blind me every time I remember them

      What I wouldn't do

      To climb up all 50 floors with you

      45, to be exact

      Carve our names into a windowsill

      For the world to remember

      To pose amidst the grass blades

      For you to capture that perfect picture

      To stand in the frigid water

      Socks on because I've never taken them off in public

      How the wet mess of water and sand dribbled in my boots afterwards

      Picking pebbles that I still have stashed on my shelf

      To stick my head out of the car window

      Scared out of my heart to do something that adventurous

      To sit in an old bus

      Visit museums

      And flower malls

      To sit in front of the lake

      Talk about canoeing

      To leave a lipstick stain on a McDonald's cup

      Pink as the blossoms

      How I wouldn't want that friendly uncle

      To laugh at how awful I am at golf

      For you to guide me

      And watch me lose again

      To press my fingers onto the spines of books

      Smile at the glee in the air

      And the cafe at every corner of a street

      This one

      Is to yesterdays

      When breathing outside

      Wasn't considered a luxury

      When walks in the park

      Were meant for lovers

      And friends

      And family

      Alike

      When people like you

      Could show people like me

      The world

      This one's for those

      Who come into our lives

      With laughter

      And adventure

      And everything in between

      Wait for us

      We have understood the value of living

      Wait for us

      -Muskaan Ayesha.

      I feel.

      I feel love when love is poured into me.

      I feel love when my phone rings and I see

      The love of my life texted me a good morning.

      I feel love when I tell him about my day

      And he tells me his

      And he tells me he loves me.

      I feel love when he gathers me into his arms and

      Smiles as he brushes his soft pink lips

      Against my forehead: where they belong.

      I feel love when he holds my dreams

      My failures, my joys and my sadness

      In his arms, so tenderly,

      Like he knows I would crack open if he were to not.

      I feel love when I hear him speak

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