Writers romanticize pain,
because it's the only way
they know
to deal with it.— % &

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I've never seen the Chinar trees,
but from what I've heard,
they are majestic, beautiful in their own right,
I do not talk of the green Chinar trees in summer,
but it is the autumn leaves, that allures me.

I wish, to sit beneath the trees, some day, with a diary and a pen,
and write ballads for my splendid Chinar leaves,
the fallen leaves, will keep my Kangdi warm enough,
and dance around me, when the cold wind blows.

Oh my exquisite Chinar leaf, I'll keep you close, close to my heart,
for you remind me of home, a home I've never seen.

But one day, I will come home,
I promise,
to sit beneath my beloved,
Chinar tree.

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I've seen what cancer does to people,
more to the close ones than the patient
itself,
sure the patient is going through hell,
but the worst part is, it is very rarely detected on time. I hope there is a cure soon, and may people suffering from it, find the courage they need, to get through it, and may their close ones, have nerves of steel, to withstand the ordeal.

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Uncle Jesse,
you stole my heart
when I saw you in Full House
for the first time.
So desperate in love
I asked my mother
for an Uncle Jesse
in my life.
All these years later,
you still have my heart ❤

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I keep channelling my insecurities into words
and people keep marvelling at it like a beautifully sculpted poetry.

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Date Night

~ A short story

(Caption)

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Nights like these,
the soul is more tired
than the body;
completely desolate,
it seems to have lost
all sense of direction,
it does seem dead
to the common eye,
but isn't really,
it lays still,
waiting;
till the dawn animates it
from the dead,
for yet another death
at the end of
yet another day.

//Army of the dead

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Hell is where sinners are punished,
Heaven is where sinners go to party.

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Killing people is easy,
forgiving them is still the hardest.

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Nights like these,
when I see
how the people on earth
mutilate
and dismember your soul,
leaving no piece recognizable,
I'd suggest you use hell-fire
to glue back the pieces;
atleast,
that'd hurt less.

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