He : When men drink alcohol, they Become emotional, talk a lot and drive Rash.

She : So?

He : So basically men drink to become women.

She : It's funny if you think becoming a woman is that easy.
And why do women are needed then?

He : Because when men become women after drinking, they again need a woman to take care of them.

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He : Where are you?

She : In your heart :p

He : Aah! I don't know if anyone has told you this, but it's kinda broken.

She : But I like it here. it's uncrowded and less chaotic.

#Filtered

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Sometimes the darkness was drenched,
And sometimes the dawn...
Sometimes the riverside bellowed
And the pathway was blown...

Echoes of winds-and-rains',
Dark illusions thick and dense...
Sometimes hazy is,
One storm's pathway then...

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Some azures of the sea,
Some conchs and seashells...
Sometimes the moonlight oh so bright;
It was read in your sight...

Sometimes the moon landed,
In courtyard of yours and mine..
And the flock of dreams
Rested in our cupped hands...

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Paper - usually blank.
Pen - usually filled with dark ink that represents emotions and feelings.

Paper has that unique listening ability which makes vulnerable pen feel comfortable, and then pen opens up about how it feels to the paper.

Vulnerability needs to be respected.

Next time when you play Rock-paper-scissors,
Listen more. Be paper.

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सुख आम्रासम मोहरले
भवताल सुगंधित झाले
नि:शब्द वेदनांमधुनी
गीतांचे गेंद उदेले

पथ कुसुमित होते काही
रिमझिमत चांदणे होते
वणव्याच्या ओटीवरती
केधवा नांदणे होते

- कुसुमाग्रज

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आकाशतळी फुललेली
मातीतिल एक कहाणी
क्षण मावळतीचा येता
डोळ्यांत कशाला पाणी ?

तो प्रवास सुंदर होता
आधार गतीला धरती
तेजोमय नक्षत्रांचे
आश्वासन माथ्यावरती

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अबोली सारखे मन तुझे,
जास्वंदी सारखी तु धुंद,
गुलाब पाकळ्यांचे गाल तुझे,
सोनचाफ्याचा तू गंध...

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तेरे हिस्से का वक़्त समेट कर रखा है कबसे हम ने,
जब ज़माने पे लगे ताले खुलेंगे, तब तुम्हें सुनेंगे हम।

Mask ने छुपाए रखा होगा तुम्हारे होंठो को तब शायद,
पर आंखोंसे बातें कह दोगे ज़रूर, तब तुम्हें सुनेंगे हम।

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But since we are there,
They will say if you love someone set them free,
But love is not that perfect and not that easy...

Because I think you have to hold on to love,
Just like Severus conjured the patronus, a Silver doe...


You have to grab it, feel it, and fight for it,
Because that's how it works.
Because that's the only way.
You keep love with you, a night and day...

- प्र.

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