To the book I finished reading,

...may be when we'll meet someday while opening the door of memories. With a cup of coffee, you cuddle me & we'll relish again those beautiful stories.

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the pieces fall apart,
oozing out love
in the form of poetry.

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age old pictures
clicked by heart.
You can't see,
but feel the memories
framed with it.

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When it's dark
and gloomy inside
you assure me
of the brightest moon,
to come soon.
But sometimes
it doesn't.
And the nights
get cruel & cold.

When it's dark
and gloomy inside,
this heart.
Instead, be my
cherry lights!
Dim, yet comfortable.
You wrap me & soothe.
In the darkest nights of life
you bring me rays of hope.

-Priya

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I see you, in my dreams.
May be you also see me in yours.
And then perhaps
when they collide!
Like we used to
stumble upon, before.
When our bare hands would touch
& you'd brush my hair
to tuck them behind the ear.
You feel my eyes gazing at you,
searching for more love.

I feel you at the edge of our dreams
holding each other
& near.

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To the infrequent writer in me,

Your windows don't open anymore. And neither you go out. Are you alright? I miss you. And you bother me sometimes. So I tried knocking at your door. Yet you won't open up! Thus goes in this letter to talk to you.

It's okay to take a break sometime. And heal your ownself. But it's bit too long now, don't you think? You need to get out of this darkness soon.
If you're hurt because some people don't like & appreciate what you do or because there are many better than you, you're wrong! Haven't you seen yourself grow up in all these years! How you'd struggle for days to create some one liners or quotes to now, when letters have become your new fascination. Word by word you'd pour out your pain in heart and touch the hearts of many. How often we look at our ownself, with the eyes of others and declare ourself ugly! It's time you come out of these doors of writers block and spread the beauty of your words around. Please hold your patience till then. Because, you are better than what you were before and you'll grow best with time, through writing itself.

Waiting for your return with a pen in hand.
Yours,
Priya.

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Sometimes
pain can open
doors inside,
you never
knew you had
rooms for before.

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Walking through the
darkest roads
I can barely see you
anymore.
With all the lights gone,
things gets spooky
and hushed.

Goosebumps in our
mind gets stronger
with the wind.
Atleast our bare numb
hearts still feel
each others feelings.
Freezing under the
moon light
we grip our nerves tight,
waiting for this wintry
night to escape from
from our life.

With time,
we move to places
in our hearts we
never explored.
With every step
forward, we get close.
You shower trust
and I bloom hope.
With you, things get
better when worse.

there are moments we
live and moments we
wish for.
But with you
every moment
turns into
a walk to remember ❤️

- Priya

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Let out the
colours in your
heart,
to paint your
own world.

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Like words in a book,
we remain a
mystery.

Unless someone
finds us to read,
what's there
within.

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