कुछ तो रोने को होगा ही उम्र भर
इत्मीनान इतना सा होगा
कम्बल में लिपटी मासूम यादों के हमायत
हँसने में देर ना लगेगी

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How did I end up here?
The burning fire, a sweet desire,
Melting me and soothing me.

If I stay alive, I'll tell you tales—
Of survival and death, intertwined,
Moments when I truly live,
And moments staring into the eyes of death.

One moment, a coma, not sad,
Eyes beholding the merriest pleasures,
Next, dragged back
Into a world of thorns, the deadliest pinches,
And the saddest thoughts.

Of struggles to find my identity,
Battling in a dungeon,
Fights I chose with strangest emotions.
The darkest days and the ugliest nights—
I'll tell you all, if I am still alive.

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To seek, we have to be open about the idea that whatever we are seeking may not be in the form that we are used to believing. Our idea of “God” might not be right. The form of God we worship, might not have any form at all. But you have to believe that the energy you seek will seek you. Universe is always communicating. You have to listen. ✨

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In a tough world, there are strong girls who make their own way, facing challenges head-on with determination. They work hard, excel in studies, and earn their own money, refusing to be held back by society's expectations. Despite being entitled to a share of family inheritance, they choose to build their empires from scratch, relying only on their own efforts. Every success they achieve is a result of their own sweat and tears. They owe nothing to anyone. They stand tall, proud of their journey owning every bit of their financial responsibility, inspiring others to break free from limitations and pursue their dreams.

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I should probably go 10 years back in time and bring back the bitch that I was.
But then, what was all the Yoga and breathing exercises for!

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Have you ever loved someone so much
that just thinking about them calms you
down? Like a cold splash of water on your
tensed-tired face!

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Call me a sinner
If you never made the mistake
Of ruining the cosy corners
In your little heart, all consumed
By the beloved you offered a lifetime
And limited them a sojourn.
What a pain!

If no love of yours went in vain
And the flush of pink
On those smirky cheeks lasted forever
The promises, the memories
The kisses, the lullabies
If all makes sense,
Call me a sinner.

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Each one of us has made their life
difficult by not giving up on people
sooner than they did.

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You are but a chaos
Until there are pieces of you
Torn in your little heart
like pages of an unfinished book
Which hit a chord to some
And to others they are pointless

You are but a chaos
Until the longest night of winter
Crammed in the meadows
Of a beautiful starry night
Your pages be unfurled and read-
By the best reader ever is!

You are but a chaos
Until the mystery of shredded pages
will let you unhindered, no longer futile
Every atom of your being embraced
You will be the likes of Torah
Ur esse beheld, ur verses declaimed

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Does it hurt to take my name?
Do my memories instill any pain?
How long are we going to pretend?
Are we still playing this game?

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