"Let's reside in the epiphanies of mountains."

"And what about the stories of the city?"

Poetry smirked as they settled for a road-trip.

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Beneath the billboard on the terrace...

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There are only a few things that my mind actually tries to grasp and retain just to weave it into a web of disdainful logics and turn it into fancy words. I swear, I've tried to let go off this habit but it sticks just like cheap laughs stick to drunk public in a sleazy bar.

But what should I even do?
There's nothing that can make this right.
And there's surely nothing that can prevent me to write.
So I decide to go with it everytime a thought in some corner of this world starts bugging me. I pick it up, ink the shit out of it and scribble its guts out. And damn, it feels good. Just to overpower a random thought and feel superior over it. Dominance is real and humans have a thing for it. Even if it's as abstract as this useless thought.

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वो जो पिछले हफ्ते तुमने देर कर दी थी घर आने में।

ज़रा खयाल किया होता, तो आज भी एक ही कहकशां में होते हम तुम।

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When distance starts shredding itself, a forced intimacy starts seeping in.

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The letter

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meher
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home

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//Leaving //

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// Doorbell//

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