Suddenly, its not much fun,when no one any longer tells you what to do,
You get to live by your free will,your own rules;
You can delay things as long as you want,you can prepone things whenever you want;
You can care too much or care too less;
Do everything or do nothing;
Suddenly,you are on the steering and it's scary, when you have to decide on the journey.
You can take a longer route, or take shortcuts,take breaks,or drive reckless;
It's quiet but your chaos is loud;
You know it all, but you cannot call it;
Dancing on your own rules ,but missing the rythm,
Everything seems like a blurry version of what you thought and what actually it is.

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You never know where it hides;and can suddenly creep in,
You have a part of yourself in it,
A memory, but puts some weight on you.

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your fragrance got stuck with me..

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but with different dreams...

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If you were a worn out page of an old book, or a scribbled note , I would have let you go;
If you were a hidden crumbled letter in the cupboard, or a forgotten dvd layered with dust on the top shelf,I would have let you go;
I would have released a sigh and let you go unnoticed ,if you were a broken crayon found in the desk,
If you were a carefully folded gift wrapper lying in the corner of the desk, carrying a token of warmth ,yet untouched for years, I would have let you go;
I would have let you go,if you were the tickets to escapades stuck in some old purse,carrying the fragrance of the place ,never revisited,
That fountain pen,never used,never refilled, I would have let you go,even it once carried the fire of the passion;
It's a piece of a memory, they say;time will fade it away, I say, I can't let it go as we often visit each other there.

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I hope we all realise what warmth of true friendship feels like; even if it's late, I hope we realise it once and for all.

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With your heart broken, love seems all around you, in that song, in that little poem, in that rainy evening,in the puddles, in that cup of tea on the roof over the sunset, just not within you;

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ENDLESS WALKS

We will walk down busy lanes, often stealing glimpses of each other, lost in the outside voices, yet picking up each others voice strung in heart;
We will walk down the city streets,sometimes in disagreements; sometimes clinging each other's overcoats;
Through the narrow lanes, colorful painted blocks, we will keep walking chasing the sunsets;
Carrying the spring blossoms over our shoulders, hope in our eyes,we will keep walking side by side;
Through the misty lanes, we will keep walking ,in silence, consumed in each other;
Sometimes,our words will seem further than our bodies but keep walking close, covering those spaces,hopping over one or two semicolons;
We will walk through the clouds hovering over us, cross the nights of despair and reach the horizon at the dawn, glistened in the pink hues of the rays under a pink sky;
We will keep walking and finding each other in every bends and corners, sometimes trying to be lost delibearately just to be found again.

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Everyday is a hustle to master that one thing you are good at you think, and start all over again to find that your efforts were not enough and you need to try harder and redefine the idea of success.

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It is bit overwhelming to do all things on your own sometimes, and you are trying your best to live upto your crazy dreams. Somedays you fail,sometimes you get fooled,other times you doubt yourself ,is it worth even? But among all these chaos,the strength you gain,the patience you build is what takes you to the next day, and you show up no matter what.

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