It took me ages to fathom an ounce of courage
To not breathe a word about how it felt..
To make silence my language of expression
To cry without shedding a tear...

It took me years to find freedom
in myself
To stop craving the love that others give
To seek that love in my soul

It took me aeons to know myself
To understand very bits and pieces I was broken into
To see my face in those million pieces
And at the end realise, that I was beautiful..
With my scars, silences and soul.

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Mind gets numb
Legs shiver...
Heart beats fast.,
Voice quivers..

You know what to say
But you cannot talk..
Anxiety does that to you
It fastens all your lock..

It holds you back
When you wish to go out..
It devours your voice
When you actually want to shout..!!!

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Do you feel it as well?
Don't you see the clouds grayer than ever,
moaning a sad song in a muffled voice?
Don't you feel the stars
wishing they were never broken?
Or the moon
secretly hoping to moonlit the world forever?

It is when your soul is full of sorrow,
you find the sky sad.

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find the world magical.
For them,
the flowers smell more crisp and misty.
For them,
the sun shines a little brighter and warm like a hug.
For them,
the moon sings the most beautiful love songs
and the stars smile at them while listening to the stories they hum of their beloved.
For them,
the wind kisses their heart and whispers sweet nothings.


For those in love,
the world is magical.

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Heavy heart,
Heavier steps.
It is so difficult to walk
witnessing the hollow infinity scattered infromt of me.

My soul wished to utter something,
but words fail me drastically.
My voice lay buried
somewhere deep in my throat.
My heart beating as if
trying to tear out of my body.

With my being falling into oblivion,
I saw every single step of yours
taking you away from me.
And I stood motionless,
as I saw you leave,
to never look back at me.

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Trying to fit your soul into somebody else's body.
Darling! The essence doesn't change.
The essence stays embedded deep into your skin..your veins..your blood..

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Karma isn't a bitch..
It's a mirror.
So if you see a bitch,
Probably you have been one in the past.

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and ends up in a guilt.
Although it was not your fault,
the trauma is always rebuilt.

Cell by cell,
you drown in the pits.
Till it consumes you all,
and makes you quit.

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for that cup of coffee,
that would dulcify the bitterness of my core.

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Dampened with your memories,
my thoughts don't let me enjoy the summers.
The dried ink bleeds black sometimes,
trying to pour the lonesome nights into pages.
But in vain,
it always ends up writing just your name.

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