In the stillness of the night, where even the moon seemed to hold its breath, his heartbeat echoed softly in his chest—slow, deliberate, as if trying to convince him to keep going. The weight of the silence pressed against him, the pain in his heart growing heavier with each passing second. His eyes, heavy with unsaid things, seemed to speak volumes, yet there were no words. His mind screamed a question, a desperate cry for release: "How are you?"

Then, someone—someone who couldn't see the storm behind his quiet gaze—asked, "How are you?" And without missing a beat, he masked the ache with a practiced smile, replying, "Uh, top of the world."

The words felt foreign on his tongue, a lie so smooth it almost fooled even him. But inside, the storm raged on.

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Amidst passage of silence, beam of light Pierce's my porch. In the whirl of blades of fan, strands of hair swirl.
Eyes deprived of sleep, mind deprived of hollowness. Sky deprived of stars.

Inhaling fresh air deep to my lungs, I noticed my heart, beating slowly but constant.

In my heart, I find strength as there is no such thing stronger than heart, which shatters over and over and still survives.

The burn of smoke in hand slowly starts fading away, and lungs of fresh air. Mind started pouring poison within and I start falling short of breath.
My hands reach out for another smoke. The puff I took, little did I knew, is what keeping my heart at its pace.

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Strong or your strength is not determined of how many times you hit,

But in how many times you take hit and don't hit back.

That, that is real strength.

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One amongst all, he was rare.
In a bunch of crowd, he screamed silently.

Amongst all, there she was catching glimpse of his silent scream.

Till then, he thought mind reading is "i" in "a+ib" equation.

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In the creepy nights and fallen snow, there was this silent scream that creeped itself right through that closed window. It was loud and resonating.

In the silence of the silent night, there was this weep and all can be heard is vehicles crawling over snowy blocks but not his thunder which was building inside him

He moved to window, beam of light penetrated his eyes and sparkling chaos inside his head became more rogue. Trespassers looked at him , he screamed loud enough with his eyes, to break the glass tint.

Did you heard his earsplitting noise, for help ??

This night he was not himself, but someone else.

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From the night ,

To the waves of ocean,



We all are on entity of moon 🌜

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I looked at star 💫

He twinkled.


Silently, we both smiled... :)

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LOVE 💕

This one word comprises of many feelings. Its a short word, easy to spell and difficult to define. It's nearly impossible to accumulate all those feelings in word i.e. love. Love is everything but not one thing. Yes,

Love isn't perfect.

It never was and never will.
It is not a fairytale or storybook where princess met prince and they lived happily ever after. Love is fake in movies.

It's real life love, where all broken pieces come together to form one unique piece. In that process, many a times broken pieces break again and again to fit into that one unique piece. Does it appear easy ? No it isn't.
Love is overcoming obstacles of life together. Love is facing high current in ocean, but not willing to let go each other. Love is mix of compassion, sacrifices and compromises.

But more than that love is that feeling of realisation that one cannot live without another. Love is that crippling feeling which never fades away.

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I am not, who i am. You are not, who you were... 💔
From me to you, "it" touches everyone. "it" soothes our body, mind and soul. "it" makes you who you are and "it" makes who i was.
I never touched "it", rather it was always other way round."it"'s taken into accord at times, but without "it" we realize its worth.
Too much of "it" can make you bloodless and too less of "it" can choke you.
The heavenly feeling of "it" can be expressed through eyes.I was once told, How often you came across someone and it took you years to realize its worh.
To me, there could be no day i can be alive without "it" and it remains same for you.

It makes the pages of book unfurl, and it makes words in it fly.
Let the Joy find its place, let the eyes see what it deserves.
To the ocean and moon, it is all filled with "it".
However, what's the use of "it" if,  

I am not, who i am. You are not, who you were... 💔

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There are moments when I couldn't find myself, because in those moments, am lost in you .. ❤️

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