It took a while, more than often,
It's never lost, the one which is forgotten.

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Switched off the light, raced to the bed,
Won the monsters, never even met.

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CIGARETTE.

Clenched it hard, it kissed my soul,
I want to wake up from a broken home.
It lingered between fingers, on one lonely night,
I stubbed it to dust, one at a time.

There was something so serene,
Won't hide or lie,
There's something so profound,
When oblivion puffed to die.

I shut my eyes to the smoking peace
To this rotten soul, tranquility did bleach
It was never my prerogative to let it touch the lips,
But here I'm holding, the cigarettes of bliss.

-Chhavi Ahuja✨

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At the end of the night, nothing matters.

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I've reached a point, where your presence sure excites me but your absence isn't felt.

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A craft of that unwoven mind,
The soul with a resentful spite.
A choice she made long ago,
The footsteps of which the world couldn't forgo.
Long was her travel,
Whose wrath didn't seem to unravel.
With a sudden bliss, a night came,
Wrapped with it, was her broken fame.
When the world came down to sleep,
A soul was there who couldn't even weep.
The yearnings of the lost were again told,
The strings got broken and tears were uncontrolled.

- Chhavi Ahuja ✨

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Me to sun,
You don't have to flee very dusk
To remind me how the lonely the night falls.

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It wasn't the power that they contained,
It wasn't even the hope that others craved,
It was something they both made,
It was something they both did break.

They cried to rest,
They rested apart,
They hovered in light,
To reach beyond the dark.

Miseries slowly ripped them apart,
Out stood the demon, led a great laugh.
Carved the beginnings,
Who could question the quest.
Hardest were the endings,
Sure something was never at rest.

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Tiptoed her way to her mother's grave,
Where the roses were kept, the tears were shed.
The rabble stood there, bowed so low,
Who knew this time the world would snow.
Father was there who stole a smile,
Brother was there who couldn't stop crying,
Sister was there, yapping for her soul,
Who knew the culprit was right in the dorm.
She tiptoed her way next to her father,
Leapt and questioned where he took her mother.
Pointed towards the top, the whore had to die,
Did he know, he was answering a daughter and not a client.
"Mother" she shouted all loud,
Who knew the heaven has already shut her mouth.
--Chhavi Ahuja💙

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I read those books over n over again whose pages are already torn.

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