Choose self happiness before satisfying others!— % &

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Bit by bit I crawl ahead,
to find my lost fragments ,
mixing with sawdust and evaporating with petrichor.
Your sugary memories exude from flates of your handwritten letters,
and percolate their aroma in the crevices of my splintered muses.
At times I try to rewind the cassette
which plays half filled vocals of a decayed evergreen sonnet.
From the window of concrete,
Highlighting crimson letters my fingers wrote,
Spider webs display cremated chuckles.
Thy submerged footprints on my doorstep,
devouring dead wings of butterflies,
which ventured to flutter beneath your foot,
are rotting inside my vision.
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Memories are a part of our past and we can't erase them always! But we can try to make them blossom, so that whenever they cross out our mind, they bloom up spreading smiles inspite of bringing tears.
It takes a lot of strength to materialize it, but once executing it, we can make them beautiful in a way they never were!

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Realisation sigh!
Realisation of something when you are almost reaching towards your dream is terrible.
Sometimes, we can’t blame fate completely, it’s us, humans! Somewhere, interconnected with each other. Causing someone’s smile, and reason for someone’s tears. And there are certain reasons hidden behind everything that happens in universe. Maybe we get that reason sooner or later, but yeah, a cause exists every time!

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देखा जाए, तो हम दोनों ने ही झूठ बोला।
मैंने, तुम्हारे लिए,
और तुमने, उनके लिए।

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जो रूह को रुलाकर, दिल को सुकून दे,
मेरी ऐसी कहानी हो तुम।

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"So what's the definition of beautiful in your language?" the judge asked her on the stage.

"For me, my mother is every definition of beautiful! Inside and outside.
I have seen many beautiful women but I never got a chance to praise someone for their inner beauty. She holds both inner and outer beauty and to be honest I won't be able to call someone more beautiful than her. She is the most beautiful woman for me.
Always!" She said proudly.

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My sky of blue,
spreading fragrances of mist 
lying beneath shades of vibgyor
howling music of wind in times of spring.

My sky of blue,
draped in colours of euphoria
glittered with memories of yore
resembling moments of laughter spent!

My sky of blue,
shattered in thousands pieces, 
still glowing beneath layers of bliss,
evoking, that clouds are temporary!
they will fade.
we have to stand with time, 
on the bridge we have made!

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