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They said "Everything happens for a reason"
Me:- "No, everything doesn't. Neither your suffering nor every person you meet happens for a reason. Sometimes the one who holds upon every happening on this earth even doesn't know what to do next in your situation. That's where you end up suffering. You don't have faith on God to make you learn your life lessons through sufferings. Accept the fact that it wasn't always your mistake. Question the existence that you never deserved this. Because you deserve to be treated better. Even the biggest believer of God gets raped and ends up suffering. God can find a different way to keep you smiling and learning. But sometimes even lord messes up. Mistakenly makes wrong people meet each other or else makes right people meet each other at the wrong time. He gets no way out after that to compromise the situation. And that's where you end up getting parted and broken and so to move on, you force unto yourself to accept the fact that,
"Everything happens for a reason". "

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And then you relate yourself with the solitary reaper
Who dances with self tunes and vibes every seconds deeper
Inaudible yet loud as a Nightingales Tale
With its pitch getting high and pale....

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Someone- "What's the most mean thing you know?"
Poet-"It's the breeze..It's the most jealous and mean one.. It's overprotective for it's own things even if it doesn't own them..It is mean to the cherry blossoms and sways them away to fall with it's wings of feelings..It gets jealous every time any couple compares their bond with it's and the blossoms..It's mean enough for not sharing its' Love's beauty and letting it stay hideous by bending it's branches..It's overprotective for no eyes to capture their feelings.."
But, isn't it how we truly love someone?

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Express before it's late
Love before it's gone
Feel before it ends
Hold before it leaves

But remember to let go
Of everything when it's enough..

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Just because you miss them
Doesn't mean
You need them back..

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Green, O green is the willow, placid, peaceful the flow;
Hark and I hear on the river, songs from my love, my beau.
To the east, the sun is up, to the west, drizzles persist;
Though they say the sun is naught, to me, the sun is aglow.


Liu Yuxi

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Just like everyday, I went to my night mate..
They heard me everytime..
Today I went to hear them.
I questioned their story..

With whom do they share their stories while they are always the listeners!?
For whom do they burn inside and still shine so bright outside giving all good vibes!?
Why do they guide people when they are already buried in their universe of darkness!?
Why do they let people follow them while they are themselves lost somewhere with fathomless depth!?
Why do they let themselves fall for someone else's wish to get fulfilled while they break without leaving a trace!?
Even if they disappear with the morning ray, why do they they keep showing themselves up to be the listener!?

And there's where I got my reply..
The silence spoke to me..
I was that star..
That star was me..
It was all of us..
It's life..
And that's where I got my replies...

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The Tale of Last Winter Night

It was a cold night,
Most wrapped it with wool.
And one tangled up
With blood and gore,
Passing every nodule.

The night was noisy,
The breeze was growling.
Some mumbled it as winter’s whistle
And one cried to her life,
That drove to ears undriven.

The silvery sparkling stars shot
Till the silver linings touched to nothingness.
Up above the sky,
Eyes reached to high hopes
And down the earth lied,
One’s eyes silver sparkles
Shutting with hopelessness
That screamed her story
To the boundary of limitless
And the depth of fathomless.

Yet again, the winter played its game
Tricked with soothing souls to rest.
Its wings spreading its deadly silence
With one’s silence touching to death.

For some, the wings vanished
With the next sun’s ray.
But to one it gave wings,
Like the dews dwindle
Before the starting of day,
To the soul that lied merciless
Till the door of heaven
As a new home to stay.
Thus, was the tale of last winter night
Where one body meretriciously had to surrender
Like a bare tree in December.

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I was back from US after a year and had my marriage set..
Just after flying down into the airport, I was searching for that shining face among the unknown one's..
And there he was!
Looking like the actor in Kdramas with suit and trousers on as my perfect boyfriend material..
He knew what type men I liked!
And I remember, everytime wherever we went together, we were tip-top and were just looked like perfect partners..
Running unto him, I hugged him tight from heart to heart and he started with,"Not sure upto how long I can have you in my arms this way..Feels like someone else will be taking my place soon"..
There was where I started breaking deep inside and just had eyes filled and uttered one word hugging him back tighter,
"Papa!"
That pain in heart and outbursting tears can only be understood by the one's who share the
Bond of a father and daughter...

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