As scared as I was,
I found the path back home
Where a me was standing at the doorstep
With a cup of coffee and a muffler in hand,
Welcoming back that lost soul
That had fought a silent war.

A house lit with orange hue and cosy comfort
As opposed to the world ready to give a frostbite.
I walked in and saw memories
Imprinted on each wall:
Infant, child, adolescent
Each phase carving out a bigger smile on my face;
Hardships melting into experiences,
Lost people becoming a soft spot,
Tough memories giving way to a softer version of me.
I knew I came out of it victorious
When grudge was replaced by a harmless smile.

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If there’s a low lower than this
Then God has hell planned on earth for me…

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लफ़्ज़ों तक जो आ नहीं रही, वो बात आँखों से ही कह दो,
तबाह तो हम हो ही रहे हैं, तुम हमे वजह तो दे दो ।

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“Paar Chanaa de” : a Love without redemption.
(Full piece in caption)

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I have been a mellow soul
Darkened and deafened by my own lies of expectations,
And every passing year has been like a
hammer being struck on the corpse of a
previously happy me.

So when I see other people and
meet new ones, it is like the slow
detangling of the branches over my grave
And the unscrewing of the inhuman
emotions I’ve learnt to feel.

It is true when I say
People save people.
Unknowingly, unintentionally,
Through actions they won’t even consider twice.
Yet each of those normal acts can mean
the world to battered souls like mine,
Like a drop of water to a human
just dug out of a grave.

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Interviewing Dr. Strange.

(Full piece in caption)

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Midnights are for the unheard wishes:
Quiet souls waiting for the time to
Breathe wishes into falling stars of the night.

Midnights are for the unspoken words:
Unheard people staring at the moon,
Speaking of all the heartache and lies.

Midnights are for the free souls:
An imagination by the side,
And wild ideas in the mind.

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You don’t tend to understand people when you love them,
you start understanding them when you go through what they’ve been.
And sometimes, it’s too late in life.

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Turns out, there isn’t a limit for how much
you can fall for a person.
It’s a never ending pit into which the deeper
you go, the better you feel.
Humans aren’t things but what they make of
us isn’t much of a living being either.

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•// Of roses and letters //•

Of roses and letters,
Ball gowns and carriages,
Of couple dances and stolen glances,
Of all the things that have passed by us.

Of all this and more
I promise to make my love,
I will make you feel
Like ‘vintage’ was never over.

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