we'll talk about the light-heartedness of the day in the twilight,
when the sun sets to fall asleep below the horizon.
And under the starlight,
we'll whine over the darkness that flooded us in the day.
who knows...even the sun might have cried to a bed on bad days!
.
.
.
.
and anyday,
if the sky doesn't find us together...
I promise
that star up there
will genuinely ask you...
how are you feeling today?

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we met between the rom-com played in the cafe at end of the city.
we met somewhere between the conversation of art.
we met on the old Church Road.
we met to grow old.
I remember...we stayed.
we stayed till the day I don't remember.
.
.
.
.
.
Did we skip a goodbye?

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To the people,
less celebrating this Diwali!

To the homes that lost their lights,
To the hearts with permanent voids.

Sweets might not have brought sweetness along,
Crackers might sound too loud.
These days of festivities might get tougher to sustain...and might strengthen the pain.
.
.
.
Nevertheless, time heals!
Things will fall in place soon...
your hearts will rejuvenate.
Just allow that little light in!!

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The fear of wilting
always stopped me from planting.
.
.
.
.
And then,
I ended up
planting a wilted flower for us!!

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What if all the hearts someday heal from the gashes that were carried for ages,
and to avoid the heartbreaks are put in cages!
What if those blank pages refuse to hold the falling words and say those are not just fitting in.
What if we learn the art of going through without feeling it.

Each night we hug our insecurities tighter...
What if the next day
we no longer wake up as writers!

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From,
the walls of your home.

To you,
with love.

we know it all.
the first word you managed to say.
the times you fell before you ambled.
the stupid excuses you made to avoid school.
the subject you hated.
about your best friend...who now is just a memory in slam book.
your school crush.
your little world.

but now when you return to us after facing the adult world,
and silently cry with your head into the pillow,
we keep guessing if
it is because of shattered dreams or the heartbreaks you survived.

All we want to say is,
We are here for you...just say it aloud!

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Some love
.
.
.
and never leave!

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sunsets are the beautiful climaxes they say,
but it's all ending up on nights right.

you can't hold that sunset then and there like you can't hold onto the people for now and then.
Days pass, stories change, people leave,
you are left unloved, you cry on nights.
you feel broken, you cry again.

I too believe forever is a myth,
but in one of your random stories someday
that sunset will have a quite long stay.
even if the night comes again,
your story will shine like the brightest star on the bay.
for now, just sustain this pain.

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Though
they don't share
that equation of forever friendship now.
they couldn't figure out
why their paths ever crossed
and why they no longer talked.
.
.
.
.
But each time,
stalking each other's profile they say,
"I am just a text away!"

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when the two meet,
they exchange a piece of their hearts.
if their hearts crave to know
a bit more about each other,
they'll wish to meet again.

on some nth random meet,
they exchange the darkest of their pieces.
and when they find each other's darkest piece as the most beautiful one,
the magic happens.

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