Yes it's said rightly that
People,
People can forget everything.
But one thing they don't ,
They don't forget
How you made them feel !
And I felt it.

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This quest for truth continued for years
My unstable mind jumbled from one to another.
But the ultimate truth revealed itself ,
It revealed itself at the most appropriate time .

Now it's time to unlearn
Unlearn all the modified forms of truth
To learn the real ones

No it's not for everyone .
It's for those , who are in their quest,
If you go searching for, it will come you.
The truth, truth of this Brahmand .

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Badi khush si rehne lagi thi!
Mein tumhe pa ke,

Badi khush si rehne lagi thi!
Mein tumhe pa ke,

Aur aakhir mein,
Khoya tumko ase
Ki jaise kabhi paya hi nahi tha.

Bas kuch zyada hi sochliya meine
Aur khoya tumko,
Sari khusiyo ko ,
Aur apne aap ko.

Phir kabhi dil nahi lagayengey hum
Bas ab aur mood nahi hein.

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Heal , before you love.
Or
Your loved ones will need to heal.

Take the time.
Don't rush
Or it will leave wounds which will never heal.
Not on you, on your loved ones.

Think about it.

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I don't fear to be alone
I fear snakes pretending to be friends...

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Relationships are similar
To holding sand in your palms
The tighter your grip is
The easier it slips out through your fingers
Leaving least or sometimes nothing at all.

If you keep your palm too relax,
Strong winds and rains will take away everything.

For it to sustain
We need a balance,
It demands a constant effort
We need to keep a keen eye
And then treat it accordingly ,
Neither too tight nor too loose
We need to protect it
From the strong winds and rains too
If so, it can sustain anything.

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Art is created by broken hearts.
Art is the language of grief.
The origin of art is always pain.

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What about the void that you created?
The vacant space in my heart,
Which gives me a sorrowful vibe.
And makes me quiet.
Yeah I don't cry now,
But very often this void within me,
Makes me blank and numb.
It takes me some time
To come back to the moment.

Whose fault was it?
Yours or mine?
Yeah it doesn't matter now
But I often wonder,
How this innocent heart use to love you.
I feel pity for that heart,
Who loved so selflessly
And in turn was abandoned without a sigh of loss.

But again that void...

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People who love us get hurt.

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Everything which leads me to what I wanted

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