"A flower breaks down from it's plant
to enhance the beauty on someone
else, a rose in a bouquet, mogra's
to flower braids, lotus in water basins,
and orchids on wall decors. Similarly,
life often gifts you someone as a
flower who eventually thinks about
beautifying your life before oneself."— % &

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"I don't know how and why are we so hopelessly into Beauty standards, I feel whoever posses a heart filled with love, compassion, mercy and warmth, will eventually be the most beautiful person, without having higher beauty levels. Why? Cuz love is a long lasting feeling & love happens to you, when you decode everlasting beautiful things, Your inner beauty & it doesn't connect with something that fades away with time. What's it when someone's beauty fades away, won't they be lovable? no you won't be able to love them anymore cuz you were attracted to materialistic aspects of Life. Which dissolved once it embraced reality, and met life."

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"That tint of being lonely, despite having, truest of your allies who care not to even hear about you, wailing in pain, is the worst feeling you could ever feel, having people around, every promise laughs on you till it's living fades away!!"
|matter of time's brutal foreplay.|

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Yes! Even cuddling with the blankets of memories,
You have left behind. Warm and cozy.

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"As in between two L's
The 'O' succumbed in LOL,
No one cared about their
Emotions being shrinked,
In between emoji's and stickers."

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"Ramadan Mubarak"

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Arsa hua haathon ko duaon me phailaye hue,
Isi umeed me ki tu bandon ko khali haath lautata nahi,
warna mere bhi haath thak gaye the,
gar umeedon ki chadar daaman na chodti toh.

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Every story unveils an inspiration from itself,
Some understand the lesson life gifts up,
Rest others stay shedded in the same shell
Pained, Hurt, Sad, Broken, Destroyed.

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Aankho ki harkat, dhadkano ki Raftaar,
Dil ka mija'az, hothon ki aksariyat,
Taqdeer ka Khel, do dilon ka milan,
ek nai kahani ka falsafa,ek nai raah ki Aahat,
Alag manzil ki talaash, ishq ka libaas ne kiyaa muhabbat Ko darj panno me..❤

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Life is like a dried rose between those pages of books, even though crushed, it still spreads the fragrance to others!! ❤

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