You have your life , living and spouting

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IT'S A PURE BATTLE
AND REMEMBER
YOU ARE A TRUE WARRIOR

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Don't be tired dear self
There's a lot to ship
Just one more time
Make the way and rise
And see what you reap

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Will you sell me your throat in
exchange for coins

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Sundays were merrier when I used to eat watermelon and think it will regrow inside.
Sundays are related to summer afternoon when you have time but not the clue what to do .
I believe that they are meant for corporate break in a week ,though banks and hospitals fancied them the least .
Everyone out there waits for their favourite ott show to release every week or a sneak out date plan ,
Instead of the family time or wash your clothes and clean the house day .
Well Sundays are outdated ease missed by few .

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Sleeplessness and

a little stress

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Commitments to endeavour for a deep rooted reason behind it .

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•Unseen colours of love•
When I first saw you , a million miles away , I was at a corner of the universe
Looking for some company maybe
I probably don't remember but ..
you were sparkling so madly in love with a girl ,your lover ,
Not so perfect but passionate ,
I saw you so broken ,rageful , jealous and realised all the colours of love .
Overwhelmed, drastically collapsing towards you ,
I ought to land here to witness sprightful pigments which sure weren't yet buried .

A little more jealous of me and disheartened,,
finding a way out to capture all the shades you'd shower .
though I really want to sleep tight in that shed of colours and
I believe in serenity of colours hence you dear perfect .

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✿A love so old✿

When you tell me your stories
It feels so happy non euphoric
Your lap feels home
When you talk while you are yet sleepy
When you talk with that accent on
Amen this beauty,
Sometimes I suspect if you are real
I had you in my mind
but then you loved my dreams more...
Well A letter to you that
I am in a stressful state
Wanting to stop yet falling for you
Fell so deep that you couldn't save me as well
What's more alluring is
It's not my intuition this time enthusiastically,
It's your spectacular vision that I'm seeing
The way you claimed me with ownership
And gratitude that I can't reciprocate ,
Dear I'm confused to name you as mine
A letter that conveys
You are only mine !
I repeat,mine thus no one else's!

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Bhul jate h baaton me ki
Yeh baatein bhi kabhi khatam hogi
Yeh ratein bhi kabhi sarnate m hoga
Aur dastak me kuch lifafe me
Yeh guftgu hoga ki
Tum aur ham me kabhi
Birah ki gunjaish bhi hogi ..
Bhul jate h ham sab yeh
Chotti si baat ...

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