She tiptoes around in her home..
With broken pieces fixed, not to perfection;
but beautifully broken in their own ways..
a souvenir from the mountains cracked
from the middle,
a dried up sapling with its leaves turned yellow..

..she just never parts ways with such things,
but keeps them as a reminder..
because according to her,
not every broken thing is to be thrown away,
but they need to be there, to remind her;
when she forgets..that there is
beauty even in not being whole,
that one gets battered and bruised &
still cruise through life, & it's just a matter
of time, when someone makes broken things
in her & her home feel like its own.

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The question is not of how, where and when..

The only thing which matters is the burning
desire of fulfilling all your dreams and wishes
and sparkle as and when they come true.
The only thing you have to do is believe
that every thing that you're envisioning
is going to be true one day or another.

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Everyone whom I have ever loved has only hurt me.
Because in loving them I gave them a lot of power,
to play with my heart and feelings,
losing all control over myself.

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अब जन्मों की बात क्या करूँ उनसे..
ग़ालिब इस ज़िन्दगी में भी मुलाक़ात किश्तों में होती है..

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Whatever we do or say in life has a consequence.
We just have to know & decide if a particular
consequence weighs more for us than what
is right by our heart and things that we follow.

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If you look at it from afar..after crossing certain
stages of life; you'll notice that you came here for
a certain purpose which was unknown to you and
those little events that happened with/to you
over the years were because of a reason..

That reason becomes clear to you once you
have a bird's eye view at all the little milestones/
significant points and connect the dots of it all.

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// Souvenirs //

Life is nothing but a big collection of souvenirs
in the form of memories from all the people we
meet during our lifetimes, the difference is just in
the intensity, some become forever etched in our
souls while others become mere chapters
that we turn.

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I love to buy myself some flowers and keep them
in my home, sitting on the kitchen table, or on my
desk, beside the bed..

They remind me that our time on Earth is limited,
as one needs to come here, bloom and then
wither away; we just have to live in the moment
like the flower does and not think what will
happen in the future or what happened in the
past, because the end is inevitable.

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and if you ask me what song you were singing
out loud sitting right opposite to me in the bar;

I would not be able to tell you the lyrics or the tune of that song..

for me, it's just the memory of you enjoying that moment, truly from your heart, and me getting lost into your happiness, like you were the song for me..
and rest all..
..just noise.

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...but my mother always says;
you keep your heart on the sleeves
of your shirt, and give it away so
easily to anyone that befalls &
catches your eye...

are you really brave or simply foolish, to trust
anyone with your heart that is so fragile..?
And, I have nothing but always a
smile to give her as a response;
Because that is how I will know who is
actually willing to catch my falling
heart, keep it safe & also make it fly.

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