All of his ruins have found refuge in her arms.









/refuge/

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The world is suffering
and art is the remedy.








/remedy/

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We are lost souls, trying to find home in someone's poetry.










/lost/

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You start exploring maps to escape the suffering, unaware that the healing is within the four walls of this house.







/heal/

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The rebel inside you has stopped speaking much. Doesn't this afraid you?





/voice/

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Standing by the edge of life
at around 3 am,
When I say that I am okay,
and no one cares to travel
through
the eyes.
Often, my greatest fear is
being dead by the dawn-
before love chases me.
Like all my chases end up-
with broken dreams or broken bones.

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Woh manzile hi kya jo bina bhat-ke mil jayenge
Aey duniya,
Ek din tu kinare pe hoga aur hum sahil ko apna bana jayenge.

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Nights have been
home.
to all your storms.
And yet
you believe-
darkness
cannot pave paths.

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One day you would look back and know that it was okay.How you didn't get into your dream job after all the efforts.How you never lost those extra pounds despite trying hard.How nobody ever fell in love with you but everybody loved you.How you thought they would stay,but they didn't.How your definitions of everything was at a constant change but you never noticed.How you dreamt of things,but then life happened.And today when you have travelled into some distant lands and met with the truth,know that life isn't always fair.It is far from being flawless.Life would not be one like the story on a white page with a black pen.It would not fit into our plans and perspectives.It was never meant to be.So,now when you have known this,smile!You will have your reasons soon.

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