It haunts me,
“The steady stillness”
Like it has been telling out loud,
I have not moved through life in ages,
It haunts me,
“The alchemy of chaos”
Making me wonder If I have been going too fast,
Walking over those landmarks,
It haunts me,
“The gilded gifts of glittered grief”
What if I could not handle it all,
It haunts me
“This December it rained”
Like how unusual,
What if things have gone through,
so much of change,
It haunts me,
“The allure of darkness”
What if it pulls me,
And I just give in,
It haunts me,
“Maybe next year”
What if it was the last one,
To thrive at life.

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Waiting for the light,
To outcast the darkness,
thinking of destiny,
To be the savior,
A bunch of crowds,
To take away the loneliness,
expecting some random things,
Can fill the emptiness,
waiting for the truth,
To take over the delusional lies,
What else could sky have done,
When stars were taken down from her,
Gravity was torn,
And moon no more roam around the earth,
hoping some day she can again lit up,
To be the brightest of herself.

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The blurred Polaroid,
has still kept us together,
Then how we could not,
was it too hard,
We had let go of us,
Were my hands in yours,
Felt too heavy,
Or the shoulder of mine,
caused the discomfort,
while you kept your head on it,
Or the love in our heart,
arose the storms itself,
And it ripped us,
And put you and me apart,
Or looking into the eyes,
arose the waves,
Asking, is just love enough?

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From believing in unconditional things,
To knowing there is some condition or price tag for everything,
Be it love, success, respect, care, anything,
To realising at least things with conditions come with some guarantee,
And unconditional things also come with expiry dates.
We all grew up👐

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Tell her not to be worried,
She will find things,
she is seeking desperately,
Happiness will randomly,
Come searching for her,
Or maybe she will learn,
Being happy effortlessly.

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A silence storm,
A dried sea,
A sore heart,
Wanting anyway to heal.

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I would rather not be the Rose anymore,
As I know I can also be a Daisy, Lavender, or lily,
I would rather not be found,
Thinking of how bothered I was about who I am,
Because It is just the fact that,
Everything is changing
And so the circumstances,
And, so I am,
Someday a little better,
Someday even worst,
And even if I will be lost,
Where will I go,
Finally I will be back to myself only,
Now I don't make hefty about I am sad,
Because I know I will be happy again in a while or so,
I don't bother about who I am expected to be,
I am just being me,
Not like I would rather not be this, that, or them,
But because I am just embracing,
Who I am today,
Knowing how much to keep,
And how much to let go,
Feels like I found myself?

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खो जाओ अगर कभी ,
ढूंढ लेना खुदको तुम,
यहीं कहीं,
किसी ख्याल में खोये,
किसी बात में गुम,
किसी फैसले पर अटके,
या फिर किसी सवाल में उलझे यू,
किसी बात का हो अफसोस,
या ऐसे ही हो तुम गुमशुम,
या क्या पता, पाओ तुम खुदको मुस्कुराते,
उन सारी चीजों पर, जिनसे थे परेशान तुम।

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मैं लिखना चाहती थी उसे,
पर वो जो महफूज है,
कुछ शब्दों में कैसे सिमट पाती?

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She chose the blissful ignorance,
Instead of the truth drowning in pain,
She chose the crown of sweet lies,
And wore it proudly,
Until the day,
Her head started feeling heavy,
Until the day,
it seemed easier to accept the reality,
Until the day,
It seemed harder to run away,
Until the day,
she accepted herself as an ordinary,
Until the day,
It felt right to be little less than she was expected to be.

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