Her love was untamed-
Just the loud fire, burning her inside out.
Just like the spring tides, washing her ashore.
Just like the wildflower, growing uncared and unwanted.

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His moods began to dictate mine,
His wounds made me bleed more,
His arms around some other plunged deep,
He felt like HOME.

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Certain crossroads in life feel like more of stagnant chalices.
No matter how you fill them up they won't ever be full.
Heartbreaks inflict pain often truly on the one who gave chances.
Trust maligns when priorities became options.
Love withers when care turns into concern.
Under the veil of all charms, ain't we all simple children who have simple desires.
Desire to be held,
To be caressed,
To be valued,
To be respected.
Unless those crossroads turn into crossovers,
Those desires turn into compulsion.
We don't learn to treat heartbreak well.

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Other side of 30!!


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When life happens......



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An Ode to Durga Puja!!

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Knowing they are going to leave,
It's difficult to accept the loneliness.
When they don't treat you as an important part of their existence,
Showering them with importance becomes difficult.
If you lose relevance in someone's life,
Making them feel relevant in your's is difficult.
After all emotions are reciprocated and not procreated.

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You know what's difficult?
- Knowing the same footprints won't be beside yours for life.
- Visiting same places become revisiting memories more painful than happy.
- Trusting yourself, only yourself.
- Looking for life outside while you breathe heavily within.
- Patching up wounds which aren't half-healed.

When difficult is just synonymous with each day that passes by!!

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Long lost are the days when rains reminded of fortunate memories.
Memories of paper boats swimming in the puddles.
Carefully choosing to jump into that shallow pot hole.
Feeling the rain wash away the mud.
Basking in the glory of that ethereal rainbow.
Shuddering at the sound of the thunder.
Those memories are now a part of my memoirs.

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Petrichor:
Noun: Reminiscence of our bond.
Verb: Effervescence of the trust.

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