Sometimes writing connects people more than conversations
When they read each other's words
They realise that they inhibit similar inner worlds,
They discover a striking resemblance between the metaphors they've used
They decipher the emotions behind each others words
They find immense peace in the fact that they've been trying to make sense of this mystery called life in almost same ways

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How do I even begin to talk about this connection with no beginning nor an end,
A cosmos in motion
Where do I draw the line?
Between what is felt and what is left to be said
What do I say about your depth?
That lulls my world to some kind of wordless tranquility
Who do I say you are, in the simplest yet profoundest words that I can offer
Would it suffice if I said,
My poetry You Are?

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And she is scared to step out of home every evening ,
Exactly when their minds close their doors
A woman , not a trophy ,
She never needs a bodyguard,
A protection, she never seeks.
For change let's chain the monster,
Looking hungry in your eyes
Don't bury their dignity under your definition of a girl with a scarf
What difference does mere skin and a few clothes make?
Let's not prepare for reasons to ujustify,
Why you stain her essence
Become the change, don't be another reason
Why the world needs to save her.

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Sometimes it's the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination so keeping going, learn, love, react, experience while you move & celebrate life.

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Those twinkling eyes had innumerable dreams . They would observe daily the vast sapphire night sky. They were aware of its ineffable hue, of the glimmer of the innumerable stars it held, of the gleam of countless constellations it possed , they knew it all. There was something in those eyes I would like to mention, an innocence , an enchantment, a spark , a dream, something that would make your heart pound with joy..

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Nothing was usual about her
She was like a mystery collective
She could bring a perspective
That no one else could
Alluringly imaginative,yet alarmingly reflective
Too stubborn to keep up with, yet endearing
Unfettered was her madness.

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Nine months,
the joy ended ,
Never did she cry.

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It hurts watching you
Walk away while walking with you
Covering my love with lies sitting right beside me
It hurts not knowing if you really care when you caress my brokenness
from a safe distance though

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On the brink of existence
I stood alone
Parched ,
devoid of life ,
trembling with pain
You saw me and looked up ,
to make the clouds burst with healing rain.

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Big big dreams, they went wrong
Little little dreams you stay strong
No grudges I harbour against life
With my fate I have no strife
The universe gives just what you need
At the time your heart truly seeks
Hope soars high when big dreams sink low
On the cauldron of faith , little dreams blow.

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