To accept all your flaws and to flaunt like a pro,
It's never too late to say, 'NO' -
It's never too late to love yourself to the fullest!
It's never too late to start over again;
It's never too late to cast away the seasonal men.
It's never too late to travel the world and drink in rain,
It's never too late to be childish again 😉...

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I have always built a shield for people like that.
I have never let them sink in!

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A room without windows;you can barely survive, can't live.
It's like a body without soul;no sympathy, empathy and compassion- you'll ultimately die.
It's like a room without books- person with no brain. You'll die without purpose.
Communication is as important as breathing; speak, burst out.

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Where you can be absolutely you,
Messy and sassy 😜
Engulfed in silence among Chaos,
Listening to the saddest melodies
And dancing in baggy hoodies .
A home is when you have two arms to hold;eyes to behold.

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A proper end
Some stories are meant to be left abruptly... To be thought of and speculated by the readers...

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Quivering in the veil of dawn,
Which promises to bring the sanity in the world.
Night is a letter of unspoken words-
to decipher the meaning in silence,
And obliterate the reign of servitude:
To let the world read in harmony and accord.

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Of all the pain incurred by the rain
Of all the chances lost in super advances,
Of all the grudges we hold
which has never been told.
My mind thinks of the people who have lost their loved ones in the fit of war or being ajar.
Of all the lost opportunities
Of all the best things that has happened so far.

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Slow death,
Because to say goodbye, is to die a little!

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You listen the music of silence
Quivering and quite.
The darkest cloud engulf the beguiling crown 👑
You see the surmise of the city -
Seated on the beauty of howling crawl.
The death enters quietly and dances on the tune round and around.
It ceases the pain and put you in eternal sleep... For years to come till generations go down

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Saw a lady in blue. It was dusk and hue. A stick in one hand and the other reached out to me. Saw hunger in her eyes, her body and soul. It ceased my appetite for the food and diet. I handed over the box while her fingers caressed mine. Blessings and wishes came upon me in a language which i couldn't decode for a while. But, her eyes spoke more than I could feel. It was the language of hunger. The sight of food made her feel gaga but the tears in her eyes shattered my soul apart and I looked from a distant till she vanished in the silence of train depart...

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