I'm no Pablo Neruda.
I'd not write
any of those saddest lines
tonight.
But, today,
it's breezy.
When the wind blew,
it took me back to
YOU.
And, I could feel
my lips curl
in a beautiful fashion
and there it was,
a wistful smile.
I'm not used to missing people,
but, tell me a way,
to ask this wind
to stop stroking my hair.
Stirrings of hope,
I see,
or a howling tempest?
It's synchronously
saddening,
and beautiful.
And,
I'm befuddled.

-PS

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Very often
we think
they're ours
but what we cannot
fathom out
generally
is that
nothing,
if truth to be told,
in the world
belongs to us.
We'll have to earn
everything
at every point,
again and again,
even if
it's a friendship,
a person,
a love,
a bond.
To keep them,
you can't go on
with the belief that
they belong to you,
but
you earn them
with the efforts
you'd put
in the beginning
so that
they choose
..to stay
'cause you deserve
to have them.

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"Manifestation is the key."

Of course, it is. But I think fear is as well necessary. If you're not afraid of things falling apart, you won't value them. You need to root for good things or may be the best, that's obvious but the fear to lose needs to be instilled into the heart. That must-have vulnerability is gold. Timidity is not weakness and this, in fact is going to strengthen the chances of making it happen. That susceptibility to get hurt is rare and essential. If the thought of even things going otherwise doesn't scare you, how would you know to what extent you can go to save it?

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Tomorrow,
I could be
you
and
you
could be
me.
Treat
me like
you'd
treat
yourself.
Humility
is
rare,
fate is
unpredictable,
situations are
subject to change
and
everything is
transitory.

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Love them. Get broken but love them. Rejoice being in love. Dance to those cliché overrated Bollywood songs. Feel the rain. Feel the serene atmosphere around you and the wind kissing your face gently. Let those butterflies flutter and dance, don't kill them. Hug that pillow.Put that fallen out eyelash on the back of your hand, and wish for them. Dance with that teddy bear. Vent it out in front of a person you trust. The feeling of being in love is special in itself. It's okay if they don't revert back. Someday may be they will or even if they don't, at least, you would laugh thinking about it when you'd grow old that how naive you were doing all stupid things in love. Feel it, today. And if this love makes you ask questions like why they don't love you back, reconsider asking yourself- IS IT EVEN LOVE?

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We all are broken. Billions of people broken for the zillionth time by love, still choose it over every other thing. We know it'll break us, still we can't help but choose it again. You run away, but that noose around your neck tightens as you try to do so. The more you run, the more intense it becomes. The more you avoid, the more it chases you. I don't know if it's a boon or a bane or even a disaster to feel things with such depth. You made an excuse yesterday and told them that you don't love them because you knew they didn't. That broke your heart, but you did not let their's break. It is love. You don't accept but every love song reminds you of them. You see them everywhere you see love. But, wait. Why does it hurt? Why does love stand with the definition of being happily ever after? Isn't unrequited love beautiful?

(SWIPE)

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Today,
I stood in front of the mirror
and took off my dress,
embraced my stretch marks,
thick thighs,
not-so-flat belly,
not-so-perfect breasts,
body hair, dark neck,
body pimples, back acne.
Came closer
and fell in love
with my blackheads,
pimples, dark circles,
eye bags, facial hair,
undone brows,
receding hairline,
pale lips,
sunken eyes.

They pointed it out
yesterday,
because you were
too preoccupied
chasing perfection.
Love your flaws, your blemishes,
your imperfections today
for that's what you'd have
with you, even tomorrow
because
perfection is a MYTH.

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Everything in this world,
is splintered.
Half-truths,
knowingly or unknowingly,
form a part of our lives.
We've our own little secrets,
that nobody knows,
not even our closest ones.
It's a story that
your half-smudged kohl
narrated someday
to the pillow, it's only listener.
A part of us
always searches for someone
to undisclose it,
but deep down we know,
those incidents are surreptitious,
and are beyond descriptions.
There's no 'someone'
who you can say it,
so that secret stays a secret,
unrevealed, untold, camouflaged,
FOREVER.

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To love someone requires courage.
To ruin a bond requires misunderstandings.
To make friends requires amiability.
To ruin friendships requires distrust.
To spread love requires selflessness.
To promulgate hatred requires egotism.
To carry perfections requires continuance of being perfect.
To carry imperfections requires true mettle.
To be different requires being uncommon.
To be unique requires loving one's flaws.
To stand strong requires fearlessness.
To achieve and succeed requires acceptance.

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My love for you
may not be
as beautiful as
that of
Romeo and Juliet's,
but what I want to
convey is
they are
true-blue feelings
of inestimable worth,
of incomputable value,
and not
as worthless as you
regard it.

You left it unnoticed,
that's okay,
but do not revisit
old places
so very often
to engrave
your harshness
on my wounds.
Let them heal,
because that's the least
you could do for me.

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