You made me the person, I am today!
Shattered yet selfish, caring yet forgetful
Sensitive yet rude.
All because of you for I stopped caring for all
For those who love me and for those who despise me.
I am all about me and my pain
Because the loathe that I carry
Is to heavy that I think of nothing but YOU!

Will it end, will it reduce a little
So that I could breathe?
I count the seconds, petals, and beads
To relieve myself of pain
But it is never-ending.
And YOU remain FOREVER!

What do you have to do with it?
If you are not my soulmate, why does my soul crave for you?
If you are not the rhythm for my heart, why does it beat for you?
I still wait for the moment when even your name won’t have an effect on this numb cadaver….

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Should I be happy that I overcame all the hurdles and rose above it,
Or should I feel sorry for myself that I endured so much pain,
and kept getting darker and darker.
To all those who are having pretty hard time,
Trust yourself you will rise above all that and be your true self again.
Just be calm and let it seep in!

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From caring too much to not caring a little,
Keeping sweets above the people
Outgrowing the expected self.
We have done it all.

Let's celebrate the non-dependency this year.

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I didn't know I was fighting to be a star in your life when I found the moon in you.

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Kehta hai fir aaogi waaps mere paas
use kya pata meine unhe khoya hai is saal
Jo kehte the there siwa koi apna hai hi nahi
Duniya mein tere bina kuch hai hi nahi

Use kya pata use khone ke baad humara sab chin gaya

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RUN WHEN YOU CATCH
YOURSELF GIGGLING AGAIN.

YKIYN..

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I was always the second in everyone’s list
And yet they said, I am rude.
I saw myself being a back up plan
For every book that waited to be read and cherished.
And they always smeared me with the spoiled hues.

And today, I lie here waiting to be painted again,
With the colors of joy to feel alive and childlike.

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The feelings that I could never share
And you never read as you didn’t care
Are now read by everyone everywhere.
The feelings are imprinted in those musky books,
Are cherished by every lover who cries
The way, I once cried.
I still wish, I could tell timely,
That I loved you and you made me feel lively.
With every touch you revived every scar that I hid deep inside.

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The yester me on her path was abrupted
And Now, I lay corrupted
As the world has seeped its roots deep into my mind,
Making me believe, I will have to learn to be blind
To the patriarchy and its tyrannical grind,
To enslave every woman into an illusionistic freedom unaligned.
From scrape to the palace,
She always lay puerile
But here I am ready to beguile
The pristine men and introduce to them the world that is hostile.
They too shall enjoy the pearls of walls fly trap
And be engaged in the so-motherly and selfless acts.
Now, I evoke the women who are dead yet carrying the ordeals on their caked faces.
Rise and show them the reality that they have been concealing for ages.

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You made me the liar,
To the only people who trusted me.
You made me the buyer,
Of the shittiest feelings on this planet.
You made me the wire,
For your rebound and moving-on journey.
I was your trial
And yet you kept burning the very desire
That you had, and you tried to sire,
The dead love inside of me.

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