I locked up my feelings
in a box no one could find.
I hid it at places no one could thrive.

I placed it on shelves unknown.
Until the day I found the box broken on the floor.

Being treated like trash.
Maybe, you could sweep it ,
and get me another box like that,
Even better infact.

But what about the part of me that
shattered like strands of glass on the floor.
They pierce me now,
Cutting me through.

It dare not be the strangers,
That did this to me.
But the ones I let in within my walls,
Who carelessly keep breaking me.

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We never get over pain.
We just learn to live with it.

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Just like the stars hold the night sky,
Will you promise to be there for me?

Just like the moon shines with the glitter of the stars,
Will you help me shine and rise in love?

Just the way destinies change with situations being blamed,
Will you also change?

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"What is love?"

"At the end of the day, when you are feeling low and someone writes a long message saying how much you matter to them, just to make you smile."

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He: "All okay?"
She: "I'll be fine."

He came close and hugged her
planting a kiss on her forehead.
He: "I am here with you,
whatever it is, we will go
through it together."

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Soon,
It'll all be over,
like these tears that shower.

Someday,
Just like your love,
Even I'll fade away.

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For people, love may be an emotion,

But if someone happens to ask me
"What is love?"

I'd simply smile while uttering your name.

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You may think,
I am a writer.

I used to weave poetries at the back of my mind.
And play at tales with the tip of my fingers.

I used to feel the pain killing me from within,
Yet I guided my keen n kith with maps of motivation.

I used to paint my stories
Smirked, when people related it to their life's masterpieces.

I used to smile.
Even at my enemies.
Cause i knew the wisdon of my words
and sadly, they did not deserve any.

Yes,
I used to be all of this.
But,
Maybe now its all over.

Adieu.
To the ink that dried,
And the writer that died.

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Sometimes,
I am so very blank.
Maybe it's your memories
In which I sank.

Waiting for words to paint me
Holding me closer.
Between these lines.

Floating within the circles
You drew with love on my hands.

Letting those memories bleed,
As the edge of the blade feel my nerves.
Your ignorance suffocates me.
This chillness hurts me.
I need a closure.

Closing my eyes
To your favourite colour,
All Black.
Maybe soon i'd be fine.

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Waqt lagega
Par sab thik hojayega

Dil tuta h janaab
Zehen se hi sahi
Jeelenge.

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