A dot my paper has, a blue dot of ink
I write it in my head first and it remains,
Remaining like a fresh start and a clear end.
But I always doubt the pages, will it keep it fresh always
Will it able to hold the end for a stranger to know.
So, the dot is what my whole book has,
A dot of how I never started
A dot of how I wanted to end it without starting.

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I have seen them standing close,
When the world was cruel and I alone.
I never got the chance to hold them tight
But I have revolted many times, and I do.
What I am is how they have made me,
But I questioned their thoughts when I felt low
And how come the seed ask the fruit to leave its side.
I love you, we all have said to people around
With a force to get a place and fit in the stranger world
To them? Never. Who stood up to fight the world for us.
I have seen people lying and saying odds to them
People spending their lots for their girls and boy-friends
I smile and pass by, not knowing how to drive my head
Old age homes are new age homes for them,
Who gave their lives to build and thrive another
And every time you shout in head or bring it to mouth
Know they sacrificed and have suffered a lot
But even when you deny the fact, they will never let you go
They have done and will always do the best for you
Accepting you in all forms is their love language after.. all.

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Things that matter now may not necessarily grab your attention when you grow up two years older than you are now. The thing that makes you cry at night may bring an unwanted smile of regret after years of immunization. Yes, time changes, and scenarios are never meant to remain as they seem. The things you love may become your worst nightmare, and the things you hated may occupy your coziest space. That's how crossroads occur in life. The best and worst thing about time is that it flows away like the handful of sand you grabbed when you last visited the beach.
I am romantic and love to tune my head to the song:
'Everything that you've ever dreamed of
Disappearing when you wake up
But there's nothing to be afraid of
Even when the night changes
It will never change me and you.'
Dreams disappear? Never for me. Am I afraid? Yes, I am. And yes, the long nights have changed me a lot.
Contrasting traits, right? But I love the song, even when the night changes. That is how my life has been for a long time now. Dream living in dreams.

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Taking belongings from my own store,
I am timorous and I cannot.
There are several things I love and own
To take them out from the jars I reach,
I am timorous and I cannot.
And the other stores, I visit confidently
But when it is the time to buy
I hate the thought and I cannot.
For I have my own store, I build so hard,
Decorating it with millions of jars,
And to take my favourite candy quick from them,
I am timorous and I cannot.

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The Torchlight

//CAPTION//

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Cold letters

//Caption//

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I want to smile, when I say 'I love you'
I want to smile, when I talk to you
I want to smile, when you hurt me
I want to smile, when you don't care
I want to smile, when you ignore
I want to smile, when YOU 'smile'.
I want to smile, to show you I am strong
To show, I can deal with all the storms
To show you, I am grown up now
To show you, I too don't give a damn!
And even when you choose to let go,
I want to smile... and say 'its ok'.

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I wish I could see you smile,
In the crowd of passers.
I wish I could hear your voice,
When they want you to keep quiet.
I wish I could sense your touch,
In the touches which makes me afraid.
And is it worth to feel at all,
For I know it would not permit and,
My path would not meet yours.
I know not how, it allows me to stay,
Stay inside and keep myself calm.
So I wish and I feel, the smile in you
And that lovely voice, correcting accents,
And that touch which keeps me safe,
I feel every time.

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I call it an end for them
They know what they did
I know my side and my worth.
The fishes live in water,
Not because they can swim,
But because they have gills.
I have started living in peace
Not because I adore the act,
But because I have patience.
The rage travels my nerves
And my heart fills in more blood,
Each time I see them passing by
Laughing to see me cry more.
It's not the time for me yet
I will wait but call it an end now.

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Tales are worth listening to
If the words lead you somewhere
Even when the best comes late
The letters should tug a war inside
And when you tend to fall for wise
You achieve all that universe aspires.

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