In the eyes of yours, My heaven lies!
In the smile of yours, My soul rests!
In the essence of yours, My heart beats!

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How'll i look up to the sky again?

How'll i stare up to the stars again?

How'll i chase to the constellations again?

Fate or fault?
Everything vanished in a blink

And fantasy of "us"
Split by the reality of "you & I"

Our bond no more "exist"
Even not in the "parallel universe"

In this obnoxious reality of "me"
I moved on with fatansy of "you"

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Irony!How did some aeonian nepenthe become such a perfect stranger?

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And then she began
to preach the essence of silence

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Who is at fault? Our heart or our tangled fate??

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No-one knows her tale
Except those 3a.m notes
Some things never vanish
Some sufferings aren't replaced
The way she told everything
By saying nothing
In the sea of delusions
She craved,she lived,she cried
Cried,alot
Above the oceans beyond the depths
Sunk herself in the hall of meloncholies
But still what she feel is beyond words
Her lill madness
Her queer nature
Her wild fantasys
& the falling sense ebbed like waves of ocean
She drowned,drowned
In her illusions,in her silence
All these changes,changed her world
Colours into black
Cravings into ashes
Fatansys into nightmares
Rainbows into clouds
Raindrops into tears
She need a way!
The way of regaining herself
The words,the strength,the sparkle she used to carry.
But what if not?
Dear bossom,u lost your happy soul🌸🍂

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That's the irony!
I could be ambivalent too,but darling i'm not you.

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Even if we met by coincidence,
Lets make it miracle of joy & adore.
May be we are destined for a journey,from the very beginning like castanea seeds.
We are born of magic & beauty with the pontential to creat our own.

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Reality! How perplexing,people couldn't discern it.
The sparks, that came from something or may be from nothing.
But sparks between ourselves that lit up the big bang ball, even when we were one in million or perhaps in infinity.
Strange! How could creatures not feel it.
How the galaxies changed?
How the souls ruined?
How the whether mended?
How the season waited?
How the time bended & folded around us?
How?
Like, we were only thing that ever mattered.
Although! We were magic magicked by omnipotent & omnipresent...
Remembering the verses of 'khwaja Meer Dard'
دردِ دل کے واسطےپیدا کیا انسان کو
ورنہ عطاعت کے لے کم نہ تھے کروبیاں۔

"Man was created for the ache in the heart
Else, the creatures only praying to God were no less"
But we indulge ourselves in the mess we called as "The World"

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I can love you like layla loved qays,
But,charm! I'm pistanthrophobiac.

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