I see a blurry star
I am not a lost cause
It's a cloudy night
And I just don't want to be found.

My heart bleeds the memories
moonlight waves through the layers.

Souvenirs are kept hidden
once they were epitome
And now,
nostalgia to others
Melancholic to some. 🌙

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She disposed to be shooting star,
Long gone before you know it
But she caused so many dreamers to
look at beauty of world, and hope.

She evidently is euphoria in
dark passages of misery of the
Shattered galaxies.

She poised the charm
on the universe
When she twirls in her
own little world to her jingles.

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The river of my riveries flows in
my wide awake brown eyes
which fervently dispose me to
its sole motive ; diversion .
Diversion to be precise is a
friend of mine from far away,
which is misconceived to be distraction,
which on the other hand
is not so my friend.

The more I divert, the more I perceive
what it is to be in direction.
Once in a while, a little diversion has always dragged me to my path.

Distraction distorts you
to feed yourself with lies and self pity.
It is in no way, taking you places.

Direction always,
Diversion somedays,
Distraction in no circumstances.

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Departed souls leave the world behind but their words are echoed in our hearts forever.
My grandmother got peace some days back.
So here's a piece of writing dedicated to her.
Dear departed
There's your memories, your words and then there's you, here in my heart.
You left a piece of your serenity and love with me.
Your words always meant so much to me and now each one if it it engraved in my memory.
Someday I'll tell my kids about how kind your soul was and how much love you had for everyone.
Of everything I have learnt from you, one thing breaks my heart, there's no next time, there's no once more and there's no better way. I had my share of memories with you but your place will always remain in my heart.
You are at peace and you know how Grateful i feel to have your presence.
Please count me in for being your granddaughter in some other world.🤍

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Treasures to hunt & shores to discover,
And yet we lie to ourself in the fear of drowning
Seas merging with gathered stories
laugh at the agony of scared souls.
those who make their way back home
laugh at the agony of seas.
For the oceans sake,
Seas honour the brave
Who carries their heart on sleeves
to amaze no one but themselves
And put their feet ahead
to drown with memories, not regrets.

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People hallucinate the lost parts of past in present and call it love.
©Serenitysworld

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You can count on the odds
Even when you are short of words.
One's never late
In trusting fate.
You can discover your calling
even when your world's falling.
See there's no rulebook
What matters is where you look.
Hope is just four lettered word
with audacity to create miracles from absurd.

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Sometimes, paws fill your hands in the way no hands can 🐾❤️

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Be kind to everyone, you never know what they are fighting,
and what difference it can make.

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🍃🍃

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