I miss those days, yet never want to go back to them...
The days when I used to recite all my favorite poetry and all you used to do was just listen to me for hours;
The days when you used to email a beautiful paragraph to me whenever we had the silliest fights;
The days when my fingers were ornamented by your beautifully gifted rings;
The days when the kajal in my eyes waited for your presence;
The days when I was yours and you were only mine;
Nothing has changed in me till today... But now you are my POEM and I am a POETESS!! And I still recite you.

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"Do you remember the very first time you read my poem without knowing that it was about you? Do you remember those words that you said, even when you wanted to be described by your girl like I write fantasies about someone? Do you remember when everyone just read my poem, and you unknowingly described yourself in my eyes? But I remember the sparkle in your eyes with your hand held in mine."

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It was a day to remember; she was left with a broken heart as a gift. To this day, she still strives to mend her broken heart as if she were fixing her hair. She treasured the day as if he had gifted her a tear of strength and pieces of lessons. Would she fail to notice that she had developed philophobia since that day and his soul had departed from his body?

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The past that happened was real or is it still my illusion;
Was I the same girl, or did I imagine my worst version;
Neither of us look happy in the present or future;
If it was an illusion, why do we still act like we lost a part of our breath in my illusion..!!

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I don't even understand WHY
my heart kept choosing YOU....
Every time I read the book
you gave me;
Some pages laughs over the
mastery of my words that I
repeat for you..!
Some pages are still stained
with my tears that longed your
Presence;
The Leaf hidden in page 56
has our name carved together
And the last page
regrets with our
incomplete wish written over it.

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She was offered to be
anything in this Life...!
She chose to be more
Kinder Everyday.

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Pappa is always strong...
He never says how much he loves me,
But he'll be waiting 30 min before I reach the station to pick me up;
He never says to be careful,
Instead he just holds my hand and shows me a path
to clear the traffic of my life;
Who says he is common man,
There's nothing left
that he couldn't do to
fulfill my smallest needs to biggest dreams!!
My pappa is a first Man who lives for ME....❤️

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Even in her silence,
When she was wearied
of words,
He used to still sit next to her;
And they used to carry
her silence together....
He was fluent in her
Silence too!!

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She didn't know whether
he offered her a seat in bus
or to his heart ;
She didn't know whether
he asked that she enjoyed
her journey or his company;
But she left unanswered when
He asked "Is it okay for her ?"
While she was about to leave..
They were strangers,
They are strangers...They will be.
But why was he grabbing her
ATTENTION..!!

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I doubt that
Is it my blood floating on a paper
or;
My Love for him in my veins
made my poetry so Beautiful!!

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