which we keep wedged between
the most cherished pages
of our life's book.
To re-read our happier times,
spent with them,
when love felt inconceivably surreal,
to soak and wallow in
those intoxicating memories ,
we've made with them.
It's a mirror to all those
bygone years of an adolescent love,
to the time we held our hands
in perpetuity forever.

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Happiness
fans a person
with numerous wings.
If only , happiness
were set in
adamantine stone,
staying afloat
amidst the
choppy storms.
So, we don't
have to keep
chasing it forever.

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You were the perfect
blueprint of love,
I had in my mind
before you ambled
in my life.

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Once in a while,
skip the niceties,
abstain from
pleasantries,
and hang up
your nice boots
and then you'll
see the world
for what it is,
because it's
all about
you scratch
my back and
I'll scratch yours.

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There are strings of
misplaced people,
who slipped through the
cracks in our lives,
by being washed
away in the rains
of mischance.

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O motherland!
Before I begin,
I reverentially bow to
thee, for the multitudinous
storms you withstood,
sans a plaintive whimper.
The unfettered air that
I now breathe, did come with
an exorbitant price.
This is not just a gazetted holiday,
But, the day we were
freed from the shackles of
oppression and atrocities,
that willfully gnawed
at our fiery minds.

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A
thin
sheet
of ice
covering
a gaping
chasm had
swallowed
her, like it
usually does,
to the ones
who place
excessive
trust on it.

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One stormy, blustery night,
the clock struck midnight,
aligning the stars, constellations
and natal moon in conjunction,
manifesting an auspicious birth,
pervading a dazzling light in the
dungeon of mathura.
A curly-haired, blue-skinned boy was born,
decked in gossamer, yellow loincloth,
body adorned with glistening ornaments,
a smile, so bewitching that would disarm
even the most ruthless beings.
A celestial birth, taken wittingly,
to end the tyrannical rule of Kansa.

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There is
something
inside you,
lying dormant
that needs
to be roused
from its deep
slumber, and
that's your
"Self Respect".

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There is no stigma
in standing up for
yourself, when you
are caught in the
abysmal trenches
of an emotional
predicament. So,
be like the sun
who radiantly
dazzles, annihilating
the darkness by
invariably
accepting
occasional
eclipses
time and
again.

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