I saw him.
I got swoon.
Taciturn me.
Modest him.
We talked.
He left.
Never came back.
~Fin~

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I would cage it until it shrivels, starves and dies.

And blame it on the bird
'cause it couldn't taste my love.

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nascent smile.

And ends with gruesome tears

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It's okay to cover yourself
With blanket, crying
Your heart out, whining
Letting sounds out, compressing
The fast breath to calm down, thinking
About the unthinkable, to break down.

But don't expect anyone
To come closer to
Wipe those tears
Hugging you tight
To say "I wont let your ship sink
In the middle if the ocean"

Letting the keys of our happiness
To others
Is the main route of self destruction.

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the tingling in my fingers to open her lunchbox before she arrives.

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the laughter that echoes the walls only to make them stronger.

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NEGATIVE
The day my brain shuts down,
All the memories that i craved for making
Will be cleared off, off my soul.
Null.
And the day my hert stops beating,
All the love i craved for
Will leave my soul with something incomplete.
Negative.
Leaving my existence, sum up to be
An arithmetical negative.

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AN UNFINISHED PEN

An unfinished incomplete pen
Lay on the desk top
It has got no diary, no book
What more shame should a pen own
For being a loner
It's half filled transparent belly
Shows it has seen more history
Than its fellow mate
Who's shining bright in that lime green penstand, unused.
Has it seen some uncalculated expenditures of an housewife
Or was it used by a 10 year old to write her day story
It lay there cold and shunted
Waiting for someone
Only to find a place in a pocket
I felt it's electrons when the frozen ink
Came back to life
By the warmth of my fingers.
The sheen recherche
The rubber grip made sure
My fingers never slid
And it got a home
At the 67th page of my diary
Waiting for the next day
Only to meet my fingers.
Only to come back to life.
✍🏻. 📕🖊️.

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Story of a women.
Sacrifice

She sacrifices her childhood
To be a good girl
No mischieves good etiquette
After all her deeds are connected to her
Parent's head

She sacrifices her adolescence
No Birthday parties, no boyfriends
What will society say?

She sacrifices her youth
No short hairs, no clubbing
What will neighbours say?

She sacrifices her adulthood
No choices, no icecream
What will my children think?

She sacrifices her whole life
Thinking about people who doesn't even bother
About her or her existence.

Then why do YOU care?
Be free. Attend parties. Do one-nights. Go clubbing. Have short hairs. Dress like you live once. Step on dung. Buy guitar. Have pets. Celebrate every festivals. Feel life. Dont wait for tomorrow. It's too late to wait for ever.

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I haven't found anyone who has been more proud because his daughter had the most beautiful handwriting, when she was 12.

I am tired of finding reasons to miss you.

You are the best father. And i want to be like you. I know, I am & I will one day.

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