Take out time , before time slips away
Confess your heart before it's way too late
Prioritize the ones you got today ,
Before losing them in your absence.
Make it right before everything gets wrong any day;
What is yours today, efforts will make them stay.
The ones who got your back , may leave when not treated well
For granted is nothing you take , for time makes people distant
And ignorance makes the heart go silent
Make space for those who have built their entire home at your convenience,
We think those who love endures every pain ,
But forget to repay them just with a little presence .

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After all the noise
When the world goes silent.
Voices crawl over your head
All the mundane tasks come back
It's tough to accept it all again
You stand on the edge ,
A new journey awaits
A part of it is fearful, yet a hope of it turning into something beautiful
Heavy hearts, in eyes a drop minute far
Dream big they say;
After all the efforts, may the universe treat you the good way.

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We have a selfish heart
They look around for love;
Don't want to translate their souls for life
Strings attached, " I shall always be there" ,
A line full of warmth .
A heart that craves for reciprocation
Not a perfect half, yet someone that fits into the puzzle of life.
The feeling of feeling loved,
A heart that knows you more than anyone does
Stories that made up your childhood, traumas that slept with you on the same bed in nights ,dreams that faded out.
A love that embraces your darkness
Love that sees you grow,
Love that is a medicine in your sickness
We have a selfish heart
We can't love unless we are loved .

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One fine afternoon, the innocence will be lost
The constant giggling will stop
Asking your whereabouts will be gone
Are we okay? Am I enough? Will it work?
The questions will not be asked anymore .
They will be lost, no amount of effort then shall turn their way back home.
Life will make them strong, no more sunsets shall be captured before the night falls..will walk miles, weave thousands of stories
Yet none shall be shared anymore .
One evening they shall close their door, shut the windows
Before anyone even notices , and for the longest time none shall get even a glimpse of their soul.
Before it's too late before their blood and flesh turns into mountains of rocks
Make sure to be present,
Sneak into their childish weirdest thoughts,
Star gaze till dawn , embrace their feminine urge and hold their hands to not leave it in between the storms.

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TWO ALMIRAHS
When a giver finally realised their hands are empty by the end of time
When they realised all this while one by one they kept on gifting all their precious,
One almirah kept on getting vacant and the one that was meant to store their receivings , remained silently void.
When it was time to check how much was on whose side; but the giver was left with nothing to count .
Smilelingly they kept on sharing, thought this is how it works
It was at the edge they realised it had to be a two way tradition, they performed religiously alone.
Now when a new almirah is open, the giver for once shall stop pouring all in
They shall wait, wait until someone stores something for them cause they said once, they like it.
The giver will take up a new role , allowing the universe to give ;
Till both the almirahs look equally balanced, before another beginning.

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She was always there , always for everyone.
She meant every word, she who held hands to hold it forever
After a few seasons passed by with none beside her
She realised she never really meant anything to anyone.
Her absence never created a void in any heart
She could not be seen, heard or felt for decades
Yet no one shall come looking for her,
She is someone who can easily be avoided, forgotten and left in the past.
She is the least priorised.
After every turn of her life , she thought maybe the next one will be worth her time
Yet with every turn she loses that little full of love girl .
Her dilemma of holding back or moving forward is keeping her up these days
Cause she knows it well no one shall ask her to stay back .
She seeks answers and comes back with a new question in her head,
A loop of heartbreak
Where she will be most important at one point and not even worthy enough for a goodbye at the next.

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Confined in her tiny room for a whole day
She thought tomorrow it's independence day
The flag shall fly high in the blue sky
And all shall look up with pride
Except the mother who lost her child
Except the girl who lost her life
And except all those women who don't know what a fearless world looks like
No debate of time, no debate over age, no debate what clothes that provoked, no debate of what occupation she holds
Just a sex" WOMEN" that's all they need at any hour of the day
It's exhausting every time the same story with different names that repeat
One painful death, a few monsters escape and plenty of shared stories and updates
Strikes, Candel March, few promises by big names and a hope of justice that awaits
She fears if she should come out of her home to celebrate her country's big day
Cause life is the price she may have to pay.

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A huge gap between what you were and what you are;
A wind of realisation hits you hard.
When you see the stage yet fear,
When you know you once did it all you can't do now.
When your name is unknown from being the most heard
What all went wrong in this little time ?
Maybe we grew up, where all the doubt starts;
Good enough? being judged? others better? no accomplishment acquired
We take a back seat and slowly turn spectators.
Eyes swells up and that voice remain inside
Maybe a new place , a new time and one new start
And we shall be alright.

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I have been tired for a long time now.
A decade went by, begging for what I deserve;
Reciprocation of the love I offer, is it too much to ask?
There is a deep void, emotions drained out with passing time.
Did it even matter if there was no me for anyone?
Expectations in the verge of dying
Yet a little flame of hope , for what if,
What if I tried a little more ?
What if the situation was out of control?
What if waiting for them would be worth it?
What if it was all for the time being?
I have been tired for a long time now
Thinking for those who never spared a moment to listen to my part of the story.

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The apologies we never received
The hurt that was never acknowledged and seen.
The ignorance that inserted like a pin
Yet the scars remain unattended by many
Doubts that rise above the ceiling,
Distance that teared us apart , a deep ocean in between
Voices that slowly diminished
Efforts that died halfway in the middle,
Love that was never in our destiny.

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