You are phobia, you are philia

You’re phobia, you’re philia — my heaven, my hysteria
Hurt like a rough knife, love like butter chia
Wrapped in velvet crime, I’m ribboned with nostalgia
Gonna drink your hurt like communion sangria
Wake with a hangover of your sweet insignia
Still wear your name like a doomed aria

If phobia and philia could ever exist together
They’d wear my name — 'cause I’m the greatest example ever
Love feels strange, like a ghost in a lace gown
And sometimes, your lover still feels
Like losing a kingdom crown

You are phobia, you are philia
My utopia, my insomnia
You are phobia, you are philia
My euphoria, my paranoia

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I never dreamed in MCQ
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A raw slice from my ongoing story, based on my own journey with 2 years of JEE preparation — where science meets sarcasm, Harry Potter invades coaching life, and dreams don’t fit in option A, B, C, or D.

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People never meant to stay
And, that's ok.

Even, have you ever wonder
Do you really ever miss that person
Or a particular version of that person
They are not always what we want
It's their choice and it's completely ok!

We firstly get attached and expect
From them.
And you really cannot give
someone such a responsibility to
Make you happy all the time

Be your own reason to smile.

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I love you
The most
In my poems,

Cause there;
I fall for your
Words, your heart,
Your soul and not
For your appearance.

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For me
you are like
chaos

Some days
I feel trapped
Some days
it is all where
I found...

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There is a flame burning inside
And I bend towards the cold
That night.

There I found a lost person,
Drowning in the ocean of sand
Unaware how she'll get a shore.
And, When hope was no more;
She continues to drown.

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