she reaches her soul.
She explores the garden within,
breathing in the fragrance
that captivates her mind.

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the world grew soft,
a hush of breath
between the stars.
Light bent to trace
her silhouette, and
time forgot its ticking
heart.

The air was velvet,
heavy, sweet, her whisper
curled through every thought,
a warmth that asked for
nothing more than to be felt —
and never caught.

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Constellations spark beneath my skin,
Time bends where our pulses meet,
And silence hums with ancient light.
Every breath, a falling star,
Every glance, an orbit begun—
Two souls suspended,
Drifting, endless,
Becoming the night itself.

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You don’t have to be in love to write romance novels, but being in love might make you a poet who writes real love poems.

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Life, like a story, is
an accumulation of
vulnerable truths.
We are the authors
and the content,
sketching our fleeting,
beautiful existence onto
the parchment of time.

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Do you ever think
about how content creation
is so much like life? You start
with a blank page,
and bit by bit, you add
pieces of yourself to it.

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When my Mind randomly gives me new book ideas out of nowhere:

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To Meera Who Doesn’t Exist

I wished if you were the Meera
Of my story,
But you don’t exist in my life;
Or maybe I’m not aware if you do.
I didn’t try to find you, either.
I don’t know how to do it,
Where to look,
Or whether it makes any sense at all—
To look for you, to hope that
I’d find a Meera too—my real-life muse.
Would anyone ever understand me,
As Meera understood Aarav?

Is it so foolish to think or imagine,
That somewhere a Meera exists;
Waiting for an Aarav?
Because an Aarav exists,
Just by a different name.

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The beauty about dark songs is that they are always based on true, real life incidents and experiences of the artists singing them.

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Support from people is something that is massively advertised and promised, but rarely given or fulfilled.

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