क्यों हर बार अंत में
तुम आपूर्त होते हो,
और मैं अपूर्ण ही

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Not all notifications are irritating.
Some lead you to "Hall of Fame".

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Its her Ex-temper now, life made her fall for patience.😌

— Duskydame

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Every morning as I sit in the famous cycle rickshaws that port me to those smoke-filled lanes of refugee-turned-coaching area, I imagine, is this how you smoke all night with your guitar lingering the musical filth in the air every morning for me to breathe?


— Duskydame

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In this city full of ambiguities, every lane full of dreams, achievements and failures, admist the journey of becoming something, inspite of being surrounded my many, I crave for you...r voice.
As Harsh said once,
"In Delhi, even my love is adulterated".

— Duskydame

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"You are cordially invited, your presence is significant", read the shining golden card with initials engraved. Exactly as they dreamed it to be.
"S&D"

How could she go to see him marry to a different name?


— Duskydame

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As the rain pours, I travel back to the time when I'd call you and your heavy voice turning a bit sensual, my breaths weighing more and the heat reflected in the raised pores on my skin all over.
The heat of imagining your never seen lean physique and the aura you would create, and how would you embrace me in the warmth of your puffed-in heat, and I would have declared its annexation! Only if we met, for once?
As I am pulled back by imagined memories,I take a drag from the freshly prepared joint,and the rain settles. And I dont hear that heavy voice anymore.



- Duskydame

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As my sweet sixteen came by,
so did you.
All the teen years have passed by, and I wonder,
where are you?

- Duskydame

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This winter,I'd give up his sweatshirt,for it shall give me more cold than warmth.
It still carries his fragnance, but his words smelled shit last time we spoke. For Ever.
I still wonder would this give up my increasing hatred?

- Duskydame

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To win him, was her goal.
To lose, her fate.
She won, "They" lost.

To win her, was his destination.
To lose, his lapsed time.
He won, she was now lost.

He found a career, and she, his unsung lyrics.

- Duskydame

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