At last I reach the last page in
my diary. I know I'm bad in
bidding good-bye, but can't help.
At one last moment, I flip
all the pages and smell the
divergent flavours of life,
that I had gone through
this year. There's fragrance
of fresh florals, and
somewhere a pungent smell
of decomposed secrets.
Fears peeping at
corners of page, while
bookmarks charming in
the best of spirits. Those
traces of tears, smear the
bitter lines, where
strike offs appear as scars,
and beneath it there i hide
my pain. But all this
memories left a note at
doorstep of future year,
in name of experiences.

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To the dearest old me,
Thank you for letting me know how worthy I'm, amidst all the challenges.
* Happy birthday*

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Which can pluck whenever we want, It's a commitment to nurture consistently.

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I never allow my passengers to leave, till their traces of bitter past get blur and enjoy every passing scenery. Befriend with me, let's travel till we feel to stop for a while and get some rest. Let's go on miles, till we find destination and wave a happy goodbye before we separate as mere strangers, with no regrets.

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those innocent eyes of children, sparkling with unconditional love.

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to let go of something's,
Maybe it's bitter past or
the dearest ones, but once
we let it go, would we lose
pieces of ourselves? Or
Will free away from our
own created shackles?

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The same joke again and again but why we cry over the same thing again and again?

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And zest in the soul, every morning
put away past on attic, dress up with new attitude which yarn with texture of experience. Breath in early rays of hope and exhale all distress. Nurture your love garden and beware while plucking weeds,
without leaving traces of regret.

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Oh gal! Don't droop your charming face,
Chin up and wink at those sun rays
Warmth in its arms during cold days, will embrace,
No matter what kind of flower you are, just hold your grace,
Be grateful and cherish this short phase,
Do whatever you like till tomorrow dawn breaks.

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Till dawn to dusk, droopy
eyes stuck on screens,
waiting for replies from other world.
Human minds gone crazy,
in search of invisible love
and happiness. Physical life
around never appease them,
as they are blindfolded.
Procrastinate soul denies
to be grateful in this
moment. Paying priceless
time and being slaves in
this online world. Shackle
mind loses its senses, and left
Man without patience and hope.
In name of online dating,
Phishing in loop of temporary
Pleasures,
Humans creating own baits, in breaking their
fragile hearts and faith.

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