Beauty just makes love stay a little longer in a crushed heart— % &

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Beauty was the cleverest conspiracy of nature to finish the human clan

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What you listen to with others
Might be your imagination of yourself.
What you listen to alone
Might be your pain.
What you never listen to,
The music that hops around
Deep within you
Is for sure,
Your truth.

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a hope in the person we're waiting for

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रिश्तों की गहराईयों से चुराकर
कुछ लफ़्ज़ जो लिख दिए थे
देखो तो, आज वह लफ़्ज़
उन रिश्तों से भी गहरे हो गए।

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Mom
An infinity within a simple word, works with her scarred fingers to simplify a bitter world's complexities for me.
She makes it look like an easy place to sail through. She's the curtain which I spread when I wish to go blind to a sour world for a while. With all the pain in the world going profuse, I feel both guilty and agonised for all those who can't hug their moms today, who miss the hard-from-all-the-tough-work-yet-the-most-comforting hand to shut and rest over their eyes as they crawl through this anguish. I can't hug mom enough to let my fears vanish, with a choking pain in my throat, I pray all moms meet their lost children and all the children meet the moms they've lost soon. Value your Ma, go and rest your head over her shoulder for a while, hugging her the tightest for being with you till now, hear her heart beat, that's gonna be the only heart that has skipped so many beats for you. Let that heart know that you'll always need it to work this tirelessly, for all your beats left.
Wish that heart a Happy Mothers' Day.

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To have a night end
With no dawn's amend
Is what shall ensue
This seamless deluge,
Where nature emulates
The feats of men
Striding with the swords
Of acts and words,
Stabbing each other-the act of fools
Dreamin' of bridges over blood-pools ,
Where below shall lie the corpses of all-
Of the dead, the slayed and who appall,
As we all abut the end together
At the brink of this holy massacre

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We wish for a thousand flowers
Under a million stars
And for billion little raindrops
To heal a zillion scars

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Tragic how someone could perfectly personify your dream, and yet, he's not it

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Now that I search for it,
I wonder where in the masquerade
Did my façade drop me?
Were we meant to survive
With masks on
And no faces beneath?

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