Hope is what people live by.
Hope is what keeps you living,
one day at a time.
Hope is what you wake up for.
Hope is what you see in your dreams.
Hope is what gives life a purpose.
Hope is what gives you satisfaction, yet leaves you unsatisfied for more.
Hope is a wish unfinished.

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Dear Mother,
there is no place
more peaceful
in this world
than your arms.

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Can a loving person be empty inside? She poured out all the love from her heart to those unappreciative souls, drunk on the idea that even an iota of love would do wonders to her, expecting that at least one would touch her soul and fill it with unimaginable depths of that bittersweet feeling. Lost as she was in her ceaseless haste of giving, that she didn't realise when she lost her soul. A void is all that remained.

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"Draw the 'person' you love the most", the kindergarten teacher told the class of 5-year olds.

While many drew either of the parents, grandparents or siblings, little orphaned Ishan drew the only love he knew - his golden haired canine friend.

Love, that day, knew no definitions.

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Sometimes, it doesn't have to be intense.
Sometimes, we don't have to have endless conversations.
Sometimes, there's no need for that overwhelming feeling to exist that will drown you in its baseless depth.
Sometimes, silence is enough.
Sometimes, all we need is just you and me, and the unspoken love in between.

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The woman of the desert waits for her man like the moon waits for the night to fall.
The shadows cast on her wax and wane her,
but once in a while she stands out proud as her true self,
with her majestic brightness illuminating the infinity,
complete in herself though not still complete.

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The Blues of January
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The blues of January are mixed feelings, like drinking a warm hot chocolate. Not quite right, but still good enough.

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Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Let calmness sweep over.
What are you seeking to give you hope?
Who are you seeking to give you hope?

Here comes November
With its chilly warmth
Like the hug you’ve been longing
That brings up a smile
Like the kiss you’ve been awaiting
That warms up your heart
Like the moonlight meeting the ocean
And speaking of eternity
And of the futility of life’s unending dance
Yet of the beauty it never ceases to relay.

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
It’s yet another day. It’s yet another night.
It’s yet another chance. You’ll be alright.

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The turtle that learnt how to fly

“You don’t have wings”,
They said to me
“You can’t do everything”,
They chided me

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been broken, fallen, abashed by the storms




have never let them kill the warmth in my heart.

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