She always wanted to be strong,
To not cry when someone does wrong,
She kept dodging the falls or sharp stakes,
She even remembered to put the brakes.

She avoided the sea and even that Giant lake,
But still she couldn't always stay awake,
She forgot about the ones involving chocolates and cakes,
About crushes, followed by frequent heart breaks.

She tried to stay quiet, silent and calm,
And still couldn't keep everything on her palm,
Someone did knock the castle she had built,
And managed bring her out of that comfortable quilt.

They kept doing it for quiet some time,
Desperate as if searching for a precious dime,
Then knocks turned to conclusion of her isolation,
And those necessary frequent visits finally ending that stash of ration.

But she was delighted that her self made cage is broken,
And those endless thoughts and tears have finally spoken,
She could now with no worries dance and sing,
As she had finally repaired her broken wing.

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I fell in love again
And I realised in vain
That he is the one for me
Which anyone with eyes can see

Like many others, he is one of The Mr Right
The one who comforts me even in no light
But I'm neither wrong or right for him either
So my feelings will once again wither

I would always fight for their attention
But once I would get, I couldn't even mention
What their brief glance at me once meant
I would try to capture all what their eyes sent

All this self doubt and complex
Which was as strong as the witch's hex
Would hold me from what I could have had
Those trophies of insecurities took me away from my possible rad.

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Someone asked me today, as to why I prefer physical fights over the mental ones,
They said, former leaves scars but latter doesn't.
And scars always remind you of painful memories when you see them. They stay forever on your body.
But is that true?
Are scars always given by physical fights?
What about the scars on your soul?

Scars aren't always the reminder of painful times,
But sometimes the ones over playful fights,
Reminder of your first times
The first time you cooked or rode a bicycle
The first time you ran for your life or your uncountable falls
An old burn scar which you got accidentally while spilling hot coffee
Or the times when your friend "accidentally" hit your head with a brick

Scars are like that music so nostalgic that you wanna go back to old times
Scars that bring smile on your face in your upset times
Scars that makes you imperfect but human at the same time
Scars that make you beautiful bcuz the moon is filled with scars too.

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I went into the hidden mess
I tried to communicate with the creatures of dark
But then I realised that I could only hear the dog's bark
I went to the region which was even darker
More than a paper being colored with a black marker
But then the Goddess Nyx made a feature
She left me tutors who were her creature

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The cattle in our shed,
The thoughts in my brain,
And the insects in the rain,
All are waiting to be out,
Or to clear this head from all the doubt,
But like everyone and everything else,
And to deflate it before it swells,
We all are bidding for that time,
And looking for that moment
to finally shine.

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The beautiful Rose,
Was symbolised for the love,
And took the place of the dove,
But it don't always bring the grace,
Like it isn't important to have a pretty face,
It denotes love for a reason,
Because it also aren't available every season.

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Rollercoaster ride with ups and downs,
Sometimes it's the tattered dress,
Other times there are beautiful crowns.

Our stories are full of
Privation and riches at different times,
Some in broken houses, and
Others having a home even with wind chimes.

Our stories are full of
Aroma and flavours of fruits and flowers,
With some living with a constant stink of trenches, while
Others taking a bath in scented showers.

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The feeling behind those words,
The memory behind that song,
The chaos behind that peace,
And the person behind that face.

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Inspired by genre of The Beauty and The Beast
The girl from the mortal world, so poor that she never even witnessed a feast
Doesn't get lost but wrongly kidnapped,
While saving an innocent one, she gets swapped.

A Curse So Dark and Lonely,
That it consumed the Emberfall slowly,
The unknown beast kills all the royals,
Leaving only one of the loyals.

The loyal would bring the mortal girls,
Hoping for them to fall in love in a swirl,
But love isn't easy or comfortable,
When loving oneself was off the table.

Will the Prince who killed his own,
Be able to let his secret known?
And the girl who hated her limp,
Be able to overcome the skimp?

You should fall in love with someone,
Who is wanted or liked by none,
"Find the love if you can, but keep your rich",
Were the final words as curse of the witch.

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The Gods and their stories,
Their families and enemies,
The rewards and mistakes,
To keep theirs what they put as stakes,
The things they do for their needs,
And chaos they bring with their deeds,
You feel the pity and the pride,
Something like when you grow a child,
You want to teach them the human ways,
But probably this is what separates them from our common days.

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