Rays of Hope?
Or just a Threat.
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If I die tomorrow..

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How does it feel to be God's favorite?
To, an Empath!

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A Wish!

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I find it baffling,
How people think of me
As a broken soul who is a non-believer of love.

I know I am hurt.
Carrying remnants of my unsuccessful deity.
But, I don't deny love.
I preach Radha-Krishna.
I adore Romeo-Juliet.
I see Mum-Dad.

In the existence of love, I believe.
Even with a broken soul, I hope.
Because love was never meant to stay parallel to life.
Love is a feeling, I felt.
Love is a divinity, I possess.
Love is in nature.
With a void mind and rambling heart,
Even now,
I love LOVE!

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To my childishness,
To my red dresses,
To my true self,
I owe an apology.

For the mental-breakdowns,
For the isolation in town,
For the living death,
I am the master of this prodigy.

From a broken family,
To a broken heart,
But all I can afford is,
An Apology.

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Toot ke bikhar chuki hun,
Intehaan hogyi hai dard ki.
Yeh ishq mein tabah ho chuki hun,
Bas ab na jarurat is jahaan ki.
Hadd nhi teri bewafai ki,
Par Beyhadh yeh tera nasha.
Bikhar toh kb ki gyi thi,
Bs ab khuda bhi ro pda.
Iss ishq mein tabah ho chuki hun.
Rooh meri thak chuki.
Shayad yeh jism ne ishq kiya nhi,
Isliye hi saansein na ruki..

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Finally 18th! I screamed at the top of my voice.
Awaiting for this thing since I was naive.
License, Partying all in my mind,
Finally 18th! I settled in my life.

School to college, I will fly.
From uniforms to fashionista, I will dive.
From classes to clubs, I will strive.
Finally 18th! I planned for whole life.

No need of permisions, was in my mind.
Gang of friends will take away my time.
Miseries will end, dewelled in my childish mind.
Now 18th! To find my dreams' demise.

Isolation amiable and stress come tight,
Pyjamas all day and work from home is a delight
Competitions and Career always on mind.
Snakes like friends always in crime.
Why 18th! Now my heart cries..

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My mind baffled,
And voice all choked.
For this was all so sudden,
And happened with a stroke.

Maybe you were in dilemma,
And couldn't approach.
But baby, this killed me,
However you suppose.

One, two and three,
My breakdowns reproached.
I was all numb,
And couldn't retort.

I know you were bewildered,
And was all caught.
But then, it was not just me,
This time you were my destiny's coach.

I couldn't understand,
I couldn't digest,
I couldn't feel the sudden erupt.
Sweetheart, I was all so blank,
But you couldn't feel my hazardous distraught.

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Just a break-up? No!
Just hurts? No!
Ask me how all those nightmares named memories felt.
Ask me how those rose petals felt which were my essence now.
Ask me how those self-doubt sessions went,
When all I did was pity.
Pity on him
And pity on me.
Pity on love in the first place.
Ask me how it felt to see those sand castles of imaginations break apart; Slowly and Completely.

Just words of pain? No!
See my silence.
See my isolation.
See my eyes which will reflect depth of my hollowness now.
See me screaming with stitched lips.
See me interrogating myself every now and then.
But then,
See me smiling.
For maybe I will never show you my ramblings,
And play about with my smile...

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