Still burning,
Still there's an ache within,
Pain feels like an eternal friend,
because, the real ones left
Yet, it always stayed.
Little by little I wait for my ashes,
Wanting to see if I can really
rise up again.
They say the Phoenix burns
and takes birth again,
Always makes me wonder,
what if my ashes just vanish
with the flame?

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They all complained.
First, for going to work everyday,
now for being house arrest all day.
First, for not being able to spend
time with their families,
now, for not being able to socialise.
In the meanwhile, the housewives,
the police, the doctors and the soldiers
went on with their normal routine.

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The shooting star said the moon,
"It hurts everytime I try
to move towards you.
Why do I've to shatter
into millions of pieces,
just to be together with you?"
Moon, who always looked
beautiful as she was,
watched his pieces scatter again,
With melancholy in her voice
she spoke at last, "you my love,
are the wishes all make.
Your dust is the hope
that people await.
I'm what but all alone,
Keep waiting for the sun,
But oh, he's always gone.
For one glimpse of him
I'd die. But can't you see
I'm all that the darkness has?"

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Maybe the words wont flow
as they were supposed to
Yet, after two long years
it feels good to be back

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They all burned,
with heat and thirst.
They prayed to the heaven,
and it rained.
Yet, they called her
Fallen.

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It wasn't exactly a rainy day,
there wasn't either a prospect of rain.
I was driving towards my home as usual,
always taking the road next to yours.
It was just a weird habit of mine,
for you didn't even know me then.
The weather was pleasant,
and I was thinking of you
for that's what I only did,
whenever I drove down that road.
Suddenly, I had to stop on my track.
For the sky seemed colored too many.
On closer look, there was not just one
but rainbows, two.
I had to take a picture of that beautiful sight.
And I ached to run and show it to you.
So close you were to me, yet so far.
If only I'd existed for you.

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I still keep thinking
What was so special
about you,
What was so different.
Why looking at you
felt like rainbows on
a very dark day,
Why simply being near you
felt like home.
All that couldn't be a trick
of my mind,
All those feelings couldn't
simply be an illusion.
Because now I come across
many rainbows,
And I'm in the comfort of
my home,
And I know this ones are real.
Yet, all I long for is a glimpse
of that rainbow,
And the feeling of that home.

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How is our generation different?
People have started choosing
a lonely life to a lonely marriage.

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Getting pricked always hurts.
But it also makes us believe that
there must be a flower close by.

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People will call you self-centered once you start taking care of yourself. And I would say, be self-centered if that's what it takes to finally acknowledge yourself. You've been taking care of everybody's words. You've been acting like a damn puppet. To the very point that it crushed you. It hurt bad. And yet, people said, "you must have gone wrong somewhere". Yeah, right. It was always your fault. That you acted the way you were taught to. That you've prioritized the person in front of you more than the one that's within you every moment of every day.
And now you've finally paid attention to what's inside you.
What's wrong in that seriously?
Go be self-centered.
Mute those ugly voices from outside. Mute their pathetic reasons explaining why they couldn't love you.
You don't require that. Go love yourself.
You've fallen in love with everything in this world. Go fall in love with yourself once.

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