...and I've commanded myself to never dream about you again.

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Everytime I close my eyes at night, you seem to come rushing in through that door, like the times when I'd visit you instead. Everytime we talk now, I can sense your crumbling desire which had just started to build up too late. They say love only happens at the right time and that's what you told me too. But tell me now, is this the right time or have you been a fool for all of your life until now?
And so it remains just like you said it would be that we'd both forget the dreams, the touch, the times that we spent looking for stars through your curtains. I'm already half way through but are you?

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So you come by my thoughts, don't you?
So you knock on my heart's door to open for you
And you gently leave leaving behind the essence of your presence to linger
Just when I'm about to let you in one more time.

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Your perfume takes me back to the summers that I spent resting my face on the window sill, waiting patiently for you to return.

Your picture that I got printed out, reminds me of how I wanted to keep something to remember you by but could never do.

Your voice in my phone, reminds me of how less we spoke and of your eyes that kept trying to talk to me.

Your absence; well, that just keeps reminding me of you.

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And maybe, just maybe,
I saved you from years of lonliness,
A life that can never be rich with money,
A tenure of trying to be phoney.
Maybe I saved you
From loving as much as me too,
From life's gains
And from falling in love with it's pains.
And maybe, just maybe
I did really save you
From you.

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I'm tired now
But can I be?
Of loving in vain
With the souls in pain.
Let me rest, please
So I do not have to collapse
In front of these men,
Who merely THINK
That maybe they're capable enough
To love.

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Humaare aansoo mein bewafai
Aur muskurahat mein khud ko khonj rahe the aap.
Par ye na dekh paye
Ke iss pure dohraan,
Hum aap ke hi toh the.

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No, we're not born beautiful or wonderful or extravagant or graceful. It takes life to happen and a painful period of feeling ugly, uncertain, ungraceful, unsuccessful and sometimes it takes to love without knowing that you could ever get it back. It takes them all to make you the beautiful and as some would say, beautifully scarred human being that we all are becoming with every passing day. It's a journey that usually takes more than just a lifetime to complete truly. It's only in the eyes of those who aspire lesser than us that we feel beautiful, superficially and only momentarily. Some learn to satisfy themselves with it for instant gratifications and some never settle for just that.
It's pointless either way.

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And I'm finally sleeping the nights that I had let you take away from me while you're secretly compensating for it now, ain't you?

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And sometimes all you need is someone to hug and cry.

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