Over and over again, I find myself oscillating between a grateful God fearing optimist and a resentful gloomy cynic. At the peak of betrayal or adversity, I can cajole my inner optimist to seek the faintest flicker of light. But a slightest remark or miniscule fragment of disdain makes me choose darkness as my ally and see my life as a deep dungeon of doom.
#DearDiary

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It is kind of tragic
that words don't come easy
and connections become hazy,
with the very friends who
once added colours to your frame.

Are these failed friendships,
the wilted flowers of my own garden
that needed extra care?
Or were they just temporary colours,
in the canvas of my life
that could not bear even the
kindest of the winds?

Sometimes I wonder.
What if, I am colour blind
and can't feel the shine,
that may be hides behind
these forced messages and fake excuses.

Frankly there is none to be blamed,
In a race the winner never looks back
and only three people make it to the podium,
Alas! I am not one of them.

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The clouds that I see today,
will not stay forever,
Some day the flowers will bloom,
But even then
I will adore this sky
Because of the rain it produces
that washes away my tears.

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what do you do when everyone around you is on their own painful journey, when they run behind that elusive ray of hope but fail to catch it. What are the choices you are left with? Probably only one.
Despite your own deepest scars and broken soul, You wear a mask of a hopeful tomorrow that gives them momentary relief and a ray of hope for a better tomorrow.

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Most of the times we wait for something good to happen in our lives so we can be happier, but how naive of us to think that way!
Happiness will always be a journey, never a destination,
And we could be so much happier if only we understood this.

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A familiar feeling but more painful
A regretful moment but more detestful
A lost childhood but more lonely
A story of unshed cries and unbroken silence
A saga of bravery

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मुझे समझना
काश तुमने थोड़ी कोशिश की होती।

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Rain entangled parts of me in a glimmer of shine.
It sang a song that just seemed familiar
but yet felt fresh and hit a new note.
Rain drew me back to my past
as if that first romantic walk and talk
that made me fall into the jungle of love
was only yesterday.
The smell of rain enchanted me
& the only colour I saw was the colour of nostalgia.
But lately I have been dreaming about
the pool of muddy water, the dampness in the walls
the traffic in the streets & the many unwanted creeks
that the rain brings.
Some parts of me now feel uneasy
and now whenever it rains
instead of the earthy scent
a musty odor fills my room
trapping me in a mood of gloom.

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MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS

I feel the empathy in your eyes
and enjoy your jokes on chai
I see the dreams that you dream
and how your longingness screams
for the love you want
which your neighbor flaunts,
at times I see you broken
at times I see you dejected
but I also see you rising
I also see you flying.
Do you know why?
Because the love that you think you miss
is driving you in this twist.

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the pain of broken promises
and the agony of unrequited love,
for the heartbreak he experiences
is immortalized in his wings of poetry,
which is impossible to forget.

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