Blurry winter mornings. Sharp memories to hold on to.
Steamy cup of coffee. Soaked in thoughts to move on to.

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A dream. One challenge.
Glass ceiling effect. Fired.
Broken wings. Silver lining.

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The me of "us"that I craved in my heart has got scars because of "you".

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The dreams that we soak into our blood laminates the hard work of our success.

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Tummy ticklings are better that pinching of broken heart.

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Climbing the tree house
In our old woody bungalow
after ages, gave me a feeling
that I skipped my childhood.

Photo albums gave good vibes
In that epiphyte grown land
Algae took its prey over the morass.
I wished a pray seeing at the broken stairs,
If my brother was alive I could climb down without any haste.

Rakhis boxed in that tree house,
a place for our mischivenes to prosper
made me shiver out of my veins.

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In the middle of a dark childhood she lost her parents.
Her status changed from being a poor farmer's daughter to a homeless orphan.
When destiny also left her hands to make her a strong soul in the chest of the world, her torn SHOES were her only companion.

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You are my favourite musings
You are my bookmark to the highlighted paragraph in my most loved book.

You are my favourite guilty pleasure
You are my chocolate syrup in my plain vanilla ice cream.

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Never ever doubt your self worth because if it's not you then who will believe you at the beginning of your struggles.

Never ever mind expressing your heart out because if it's not you then who will be vocal about you.

Self love is important

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I have dry petals of the red roses that you have gifted me

I have dry lips that scents your betrayal

I have dry ice that has blurred my love for you

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