What is foolishness?
Being true even when you know the other person isn’t.

What is death?
Loving someone whom you know can’t love you back.

What is loneliness?
When you have been stripped of the “YOU” in you.

What is a memory?
The slow poison that you feed yourself.

What is life?
All the pain but all in vain.

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I always had a lot to say.
From the trivial thoughts,
to the grandest dreams,
but came to realise,
that no one cared.

I started to speak what they wanted to hear,
but gradually forgot what I wanted to say.
Now I got too much to lose and nothing to gain,
in a paradoxical world that is uniquely mine !

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The voices in your head, they die,
Tired of yapping, they quiet down,
Loud voices ease into soft whispers,
Then fade away, a slow exorcism,
Calm settles in, like waves after a storm.
You get to be like the waves,
Not the crashing ones that strike when you look,
But the gentle ones, kissing softly, then retreating.
Life is change, and that's okay.

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Dear Diary,
I'll let you bear the burden of this story.
Let my heart rest for a change.

With Love

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I tell to my heart ,be still !
Stop crushing me from within.
Putting walls up and closing in,
Inch by inch every day,
Until I become breathless.
I gasp and come up for air.
This wakes me up from the haze
Gives me air to breathe
Until I fall back into the walls
Only to break again in pieces.

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Was it thunder's cry,
Or my heart's painful sigh?
Is it rain that falls
Or the storm within these walls?
Is it lightning's flash
Or my anxiety's harsh clash?
Is this poetic verse
Or my mind's chaotic curse?
Who's to know, who's to say,
If it's realism or lunacy?

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Homesick

All I ever wanted was a place to call home,
A pair of hands to hold me tight,
To stop me from slipping into the unknown,
Where I'm trapped in thoughts that cause a fright.

But little did I know that time would freeze,
Trapping me in an eternal hell,
Before I could ever come to seize,
The end of my life's story to tell.

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It’s unbelievable how life changes exponentially. When you look back at the memories, people who were so dear and you couldn’t even have imagined living without them is nowhere to be seen. Then there are people who you never thought would stick by you, but they are the closest you have today.
You’ve seen how people change just like seasons do. Some have withered away like autumn leaves, some just floated away with the rain , and some you held so close like the snow but they melted away too. Some just shines still, everyday, just like how sun comes up every morning. Life is indeed beautiful in all this mess coz at the end of the day you know who your people are. It is not bedazzled memories but the simple ones. Loving how simple everything really is.

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When it rains listen closely
It is my tears hitting the ground
Coz I miss you dearly.

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A book for my dreams
and empty pages
Filling them in as I travel
Scribbling away all my desires
To have it complete me someday.
I’ve been walking so long
It’s cruel and cold out there
Along this journey I’ve ripped off some pages
Burned my dreams to keep me alive
Watching the ashes float way
Unable to hold on to them
I’m at the last of the pages
But The journey does not seem to end
I’ve been walking numb for sometime
Even the flames of my dreams failing to keep me warm
Where do I go next
Which chapter should I burn now
Do I need to end this path
That I’ve chosen so lovingly
Do I burn myself next
Hoping to warm my cold heart?
Is this a dream or is this reality
Burning away to bits and pieces
Watching the memories slip away
Do I even know who I am anymore
Did I even knew that in the first place
Who am I and what am I searching for
Some answers are never found
No matter how long you search for them
Here I stand looking at the signs
Do I go on or give up
All thats left is to choose the way.
To start again and burn away
Or keep going and be one with the ashes.

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