In musty dusks,
only the wick knows
how much the flame cries.

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She flipped her emotions
under fiction.
And, this materialistic world
kept praising her imagination.

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Meet Mayank Roy, an avid reader
from the Blissful Bihar.

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Meet Bhaswati, from the City of Joy.

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It's beautiful to
see the dusts of heaven
in the warmth of
rare silenced blazing fire.

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Alone on a
vivid journey,
the restless
voices of
undaunted
daydreams
carried the
weight of
love; in hues of
romantic red and
enchanting blues.

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Somewhere,
in between
your ignorance
and my half
hearted explanation;
myriads of
stories and poems
crashed on
pristine white pages;
and in vain I wonder,
to whom do
I belong?
Is it to the pages of the book?
or to the smoky memories
of the fragile heart?

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Dear YourQuote,

I get high whenever
I fall asleep in the
cradle of your love.

(Read it in the caption)

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The evergreen
plant of her
joy withered
in the wrath
of his voice;
by creating a
abandoned
spring.

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