Once I was taken hand in hand with waving treetops
Once I was taken palm to palm with sun and dew drops
Soon I woke up to doleful voices with no meaning
But once I was taken to the beautiful beginning— % &

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It is how It is
We cannot change the way we feel for someone, it's Simply not in our control. we don't get to choose who we feel for. Sometimes we try so hard to stop feeling for someone but eventually we end up with thier thoughts at the end of the day. No matter how goddamn broken we are. And they are the sole reason why we're so lost and cold. We don't care if someone love us more than they ever did. If someone cares about us more than they ever could. Our broken hearts will still keep longing for them.and it's not that we can't move on We just choose not to. Coz the past is the only thing that connects us with them. We struggle to put these thoughts into words of just how unimaginably in pain we are. Some feelings don't have a vocabulary and yet we attempt every fucking day to break the code, to find a sentence that says it all. To find words that quench our thirst. To tell them how unimaginably we are in love.

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Aaj ek arse baad aayi hai,
...
...
Kyun aaj hume khud ki yaad aayi hai?

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If silence could speak
What it would reveal,
The silent wounds It conceal,
Waiting for a heal.

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Cursed are those whose soul
Bleeds everytime they walk
In the rain

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YAADON ko bhulane me kuch der to lagti hai.
ANKHON ko sulane me kuch der to lagti hai.
Kisi SHAKHS ko bhula dena itna Aasan nahi hota.
DIL ko samjhane me kuch der to lagti hai.
Bhari MEHFIL me jab koi Achanak yaad Aa jaye.
Phir Aansu chupane me kuch der to lagti hai.
Jo shakhs JAAN se bhi pyara ho Achanak door ho jaye.
To Dil ko YAQEEN dilane me kuch der to lagti hai…

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In search of moon
We happens to become
Lost stars...

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Life simplifies all its puzzle by breaking it into pieces and lets you decide how you want to arrange them your way.

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As the clock makes another sound,
You're one step closer to an uncertainty,
We search through the endless thoughts
For a definite answer to kill the pain,
But it finds abode in the weakening heart.

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We are all wanderers,
Struggling to find a home,
A safe heaven for these beating hearts.

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