we only lose what we have.
what we don't own, we can't lose.
when we give up the idea of owning our lovers, our friends, even our families,
we make space for them.
they fly to you when they want and fly off when they please.
all that you own is the love,
not the lover.

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don't let him stay with you in the form of hate.
set him free.

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don't excuse people insulting you by telling yourself that they had a disturbed childhood.
for every one person who turned unkind and ruthless, there is one other who learnt empathy and gratefulness from their painful childhood experiences.

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sometimes you know it all, you see it all,
you understand it all, but don't take action against it.
it is not your affection to affliction.
it is not the lack of courage.
it's the inertia of the relationship.
you have only known it as something in a constant state of motion.
and for you to take action, you need to defy the physics, of your mind.

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When the world was round.
And life went around.
People left me in the rigmarole.
Leaving my heart with a gaping hole.
Almost forever, I dwelled there alone.

So when life came around.
And there is chaos in the background.
When I see you there holding your soul.
I will never let you go down the gaping hole.
You are forever never alone.

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Someday, it just strikes us as lightning. Out of the blue, we just realise that we have got pain for pleasure and hate for love and apathy for compassion. And then, it breaks us. Into tiny tiny parts. It breaks us further and further. We turn from power to powder. We are down to our infinitely small atom. Small atoms. Many atoms. And then when we can break no more. We build up. Atom and atom to create molecules of hope that make organisms of unimaginable magic. Sometimes we need to be destroyed to be built from the very foundation. We need to be destroyed before we are made of magic. For magic.

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sexolve I harish

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I have no idea what this road will exactly lead me to, but I keep walking on it because I know it will lead me to somewhere pretty.

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One shouldn't have to earn respect.
It is owed to us as human beings from fellow human beings.

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Don't leave silently.
O birdy in the nest.

I know you have wings now.
And the sky beckons you.
I wish to see you fly in the sky too.

But as you solo fly in your solo sky,
Remember my eyes are glued to your wings.
All I wanted to see you flying.


So tell me.
Tell me if your skies are full of clouds of joys.
Tell me who are the your friends with whom you fly.
Tell me the about the songs of freedom you have learnt.

Tell me your pain and joys, in all seriousness and in all jest.
Show me your flight, you stupid little bloody two winged mess

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