Sighs refer to an empty stream, never had I thought to hear you in this way, perhaps sometimes we desire something more profound than just a vision. Pragmatism works, no doubt yet debilitates the emotional touch at the same time. I see you going indifferent, I hear you becoming a hard rock and ironically you are fine. I know you have betrayals and your tastes about relationships have been too sour to describe. I know that state, I feel it. sometimes let James Bay work for you - Let it go.

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Seeking through wet eyes
of hopelessness.

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What you assumed
as Chance
was Actually a choice.

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She hid under
the closets
Her little chasms
of pain ,
She was a rebel
by mindset
Conformist by choice
She stood there
in the rains
Poetries represented
her picture perfect
She used to sleep
with moon in her lap
and sun in her heart's potrait
She never sought
the vibrations of currencies
She was always
satisfied by Echoes
of belongingness.

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My Nickel and
Dime was
Her beck and call.

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Rather than words
Their eyes
reverberated the Latent Love.

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I know what I am to say, cannot in anyway be received as I want it to be.
I am not a person who has an opinion on everything, yet if I am speaking - that means I have something to say.
The point is when silence is accepted in a more cordial way, you never love to exhaust those words .

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the several stars shining
through the moonlight.
the people remember
those who have a light of own
but the world cherishes those
who at times create a light
from the light borrowed.
Happiness growing into
happiness is growth but
pain growing into happiness is magic.

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Smiling through moments
of metamorphosis
And I am a caterpillar
slowly and steadily learning
to metamorphose.

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काबिले तारीफ है तुम्हारी दुनिया
हम ज़िंदगी की पंक्तियों पर यक़ीन करते हैं
तुम शक के मनसूबों पर कायनात रच सकते हो

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