Love can be weak
Begins strong
But vaporizes quick
Looks magical
Or may be
Just delusional
Now you pretend
Try desperately
To hold onto your end
But you ain't fine
Loosing yourself
With passing time
Recall the lessons you got
Not all battles
Need to be fought
Burning from inside
For him
You try to be the light
In your guilt
you won't break
that bond so poorly built
Be strong
Choose what is right
or what is wrong
End it while you can
It's coming
It's not about if, but when.

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The music played and people danced
As on her skin the Heena marked
While she sat there unable to move
The love she'll receive, its colour will prove.

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Fool me once & I'd still be wise,
But I'd be a fool if I get fooled twice..

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the guy I was flirting with, starts taking it seriously.

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if you hold onto it,
you'll find it imprinted.

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Cheers to our first kiss..
Our every hit and every miss..
Cheers to the midnight walks..
To all our latenight talks..
Cheers to the moments we had..
To all the stories we shared..
Cheers to the cupids we got..
Who were faster than our own thought..
Cheers to the three day trip..
And to each and every chai's sip..
Cheers to the chocolates..
To the unplanned dates..
Cheers to your cooking skills..
To our nibbi- nibba giddy feels..
Cheers to my sensitive mard..
And to my kamar ka dard...
Cheers to that room in a hotel..
To our sanitizer bottle..
Cheers to the uno games..
and curse the shaking cooker on flames..
Cheers to the memes..
To Sumit Anand's timings..
Cheers to the daaru in me..
To the intensity in you that I see..
Cheers to my passenger seat..
The excuse by which we could meet..

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I am deeply happy when his voice is deeper and his dimples are the deepest...

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I became the sand of his dunes.
I now sway and dance to his tunes.
He planted hope in the desert of my life.
He's the one who broke my unmoving stride.

He shattered the silence that I kept.
He became the trail that I tread.
He dished out dreams that I devoured.
We were quiet but our silence roared.

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The hard strokes of vibrant hues
managed to hide my monochrome blues.

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I don't give a shit...
But guess what?
I think about you
under my bedsheet...

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