Love each other in a such a way that even the non - existing things feels remorseful for their non - existence!!!

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His eyes were blue, hers were brown.
His limned the oceans, hers limned the ground.
She always hated her eye color, wished if it was blue.
Unaware of the fact that her eyes had a tint of gold, which hold the riches buried in the ground.
His eyes carried storms and rage like the ocean.
Her eyes carried earthquakes that bring mountains to their knees.
Maybe his eyes were blue, but her eyes reign queen, that hold the purest riches, the world has never seen.

~unknown

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Writers don't cry,
they bleed on paper,
the ink being the tears,
and,
the pain being the language.

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Sounds of seclusion are harmony to the soul.

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A writer is, maybe,
destined
to bleed twice,
once through the heart
and,
then again on the paper.

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His body secrets some heavenly aroma in front of which, even the nectar seems zilch.

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अगर मैं जिद्दी हूं,
तो ठीक है ज़िद हो तुम मेरी।

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Addiction was just a word to me. I hadn't understood the meaning till I felt your touch.

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Don't call me angel when I'm dressed,
Call me one when in front of you, my soul is undressed.

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He was cold as ice, but melted all when it came to her.

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