Dear You,
Many people don't get but you are brave .I know it takes lots of courage to get up and repeat the things you're tired of.The loud noise screaming around you, everything adding up to it, and building a ladder of grief.The crawling of thoughts in your mind ,which feels like it will explode at one point.You try to sleep with stories and memories lying by your side .You pull the shades , everyday so that the lights can go through your soul, the light of hope, happiness.I know nobody is in bad shape ,but sometimes you want to slack everything off your shoulders and take a long nap , without worries knocking your door.I know how hard it goes inside your head,but you're trying hard so that you're not consume by its power .You lately discovered that every human you met have their own stories of grief ,and how you consider yours to be trivia.Trivial,we all feel pain differently,cry ,and accept the grief differently.Pain in itself is nothing trivial.It takes lots of courage to embrace it.
I am proud of You.

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Tell me,
The sadness in your eyes,
Are the stories you want to hide?

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Waqt ke pass waqt nahi,
Tum fursat me Milne ki baat karte ho?

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Teri samundar ke liye nahi bani ,
Me woh kinara hu.

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Empty conservations,
There you will find me

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Gift them your silence,
Let's hear their words .

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They live in memory.

They live memories,

They are scar for some,

They are scar in some  .
Humans,
They are art,
A painful one.

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Inner tragedies that's what we are living with.

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We all are living in our inner tragedies

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Meet me by the sea,
Where we feel the cold waves.
Where melancholy touches your soul,
And you still smile at what you lost.

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