Dear Me,
Thank you for always standing for your ownself in every situation,
Thank you for not giving up on your failed attempts,
Thank u for always supporting yourself,
Thank u for not reminding the favours conferred in me by u in bad times.
Thank u for always being true.

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She din't knew banging his head in childhood
meant banging his head in love with her.

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In this world of Pretense
people believe in Outer Beauty
rather than your Talent.

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LIFE just a small word with 4 letters meants
A PLAY that goes on for a invisible time.
Everyone given a role
Not easy to do but PRETEND.
They have their own STAGES
To go through.
Struggles, Happiness
Are all PHASES.
Each one Ornamented with their Masks &
Decorated with Makeups
Not just only to BETRAY others
But often themselves too.
It isn't easy
Neither for them
Not for us.
Lots of Complaints, lots of
Practices, Efforts, Retakes, Remakes
Just to make it PERFECT.
All for just one day RECOGNITION.
And when the big day arrives,
All parts are played.
Everyone claps for few seconds
& Everything FADES.
Slowly Steadily people forget
Everything not acknowledged about the
Number of trials done just to make
That play perfect all for a single day called
'THE DOOMS DAY'.
And when ends the day
Everyone just forgets what happened
"YESTERDAY!".

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L.I.F.E.

That play perfect all for a single day called
'THE DOOMS DAY'.
And when ends the day
Everyone just forgets what happened
"YESTERDAY!".


"READ CAPTION"

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"HOPE" a four letter word hard to describe,
Abiding people to their lives
Every day each one of us
Facing sun with new rays of light
Every heart holding grief
Has a hope indeed
Believing it to change their lifes
Relieving greys & removing frights.
A word on which whole world relies
Or a power to fight,
"H-O-P-E" four letters combined
that keeps us alive.
"HOPE" resembling "LIFE"

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When Egos get bigger than the problem thats where Magical Love Stories End.

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Rare & Far.

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Everything was fine
Uptill the age of nine
And suddenly one day,
When she woke up
With blood spilled over her bed
And her thighs covered red
Overwhelmed with pain & frights,
A tinch of bright light with moods that swipe,
She cried with tears in those shiny eyes.
Then consoled she sat
Copeing hard with those pads,
Dont touch that pickle
& those fries,
Each day she had to fight
& spend weary nights.
Each month for a week defined.
And accepting this regime
She lived her whole life.
She was the Purest in those times
But they said stay away from Lord or divine
As you are slurry & impure during this time.
But then when she screamed & yelled,
"I M PURE"
"IMPURE",
Yes, they heard it wrong.

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And that's when ,
SHE said, "I M PURE"
THEY heard it "IMPURE"

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