Of all the late night musings, she is my favourite.
Like rain washed pebbles
She glazes so effortlessly in my thoughts.
Wish everything was this easy.

She is not a heartbreak, nor a half taken step.
She is the full moon;
The sincerest passing and overcoming.
No lingering expectations. No prayers or loathings.
Plain simple inevitability.

I still miss her though, in my skipped breakfasts,
in my old clothes i don't wear anymore
in my scars, her jagged incomplete-self caused.
And I know so does she.
Missing has been too obvious.

For we have loved, in the good ways.
And we have parted in the good ways.

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Let some aches be just aches
Don’t write poems on them
Or build them on your canvases
For some aches are bad

Not inevitable
Not to make you better
Or to change you in any good way
But to be just swallowed
Don’t make art from them
And etch them to your legacy

For some aches are bad
So bad they need not
Be remembered
As anything at all

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The last dandelion of the season
Solitary and beautiful
A patch of yellow
On the greying vast
Waiting defiantly

It will take a change of season
A gush of fresh snowfall
To end its life
Its small beautiful life

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I have a window
Like no other
I can look through it
To the days I was never looking through windows.

When I had anxiety
Only around loud people
When I used to write
Like I would bleed
Gushing and painfully
All meaningful and serious
But with a tad bit of humour
When I still hoped
That destiny will show me
My path
When running away
Did not seem so wildly foolish.

I am reduced to pain and problems now
But that window
Keeps me company
In my so-called-good days
Only when I don’t feel like
Jumping out of it.

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The thing about mental health is,
You don't want to feel Okay.
You just want to be okay with Not feeling Okay.

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I think Noah was just that vegetarian,
after one too many jokes
during group lunches.

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Time and again you'll see,
The biggest part of love
is not attention
or affection
or all the stuffs they
sell and show.
The biggest part of loving someone
is watching
them grow.

Allowing them to hurt
and learn.
No matter how much you mind,
letting them regrets
of their own,
and still be kind.

Most of Love
is not
held hands till you die.
Its how effortlessly,
at times,
you've let them fly.

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Remember to love yourself sincerely. Not only when your hair shines right and strangers smile at you. But also when the whole world's out there to get you and everything you try falls apart. Even then. Especially then.

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We have to admit consciously that God doesn't respond to all our prayers and that Science today answers more questions than religion has ever done.
We have to separate spirituality from a rule book and accept that thousand years of faith doesn't turn anything into truth. Ideologies that brand any opposing force as blasphemy are not only narrow, they're destructive.
We have to embrace the things that refute our simplest form of faith and allow the possibility that multiple truths -even contradicting each other- can exist and does exist.

If we can not, then we are nothing but just an entitled species.

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It is such a liberating thing to be able to say
'let me rephrase what I just said'.

Wish we could do that about feelings.

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