Tears rolled from her eyes
She was unable to screem
Tearing her clothes
Scratching the skins... He was crushing her dreams

His hands felt like that sharped knife
Cutting her soul into pieces
And destroying her life...
She fought with all her strength
Trying to save her dignity till her last breath..

But he was a monster and was unable to beat
For him she was just a little piece of meat....

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How easily you get attached and detached to something
Be it a relationship or just a fling...

How, sometimes you feel you are so strong
And in the next second you find yourself crying and blaming for every wrongs....

And then there are times when you think everything has fallen apart...
But then you realise....it was just preparing you for your life's best part...

Your life is a beautiful ART
END will be absolutely beautiful
No matter how ugly and messy was the START...

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Suddenly nothing seems right
All those past fears and insecurities
Suddenly becoming my priorities
all those happening again
Suddenly going through that same pain...

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You are place where I can literally be my self ,
The place for all my laughter and tears
The place for my happiness and fears....
that rough days and depressed nights
You made everything feel so alright...
You make me feel like that perl inside that shell
Literally you know me like no body else...

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To that twinkling star above
One in million..
Yet one of those millions

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That relation of darkness and lights
Can never be caught through your sights....

Never together
But always forever

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Hazzy letters...blurry pictures,
I can't identify those far creatures...
Struggling to get those perfect frames
Wish could get one from that Snapchat filters...

Waving and smiling to one I don't know
Oh!! will surely identify when they are close..
So don't think I m blind and can't count your fingers
So what they turn out to be a stranger...

It's almost same for everyone like me
Stop yelling that we can't see...

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Treat him with vision
Greet him with confidence
Feed him with power

Guests are meant to leave soon
If it arrives in morning
Let him go till noon

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MEN WILL BE MEN
BUT NOT ALL MEN ARE SAME

Happy men's day

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We passed through that crazy crowds and wierds sounds
Hustling and struggling...
holding our hands tightly, In case we miss around.
craving for every Food items in streets
Reminding each other for those silly treats
Running extra faster to catch the busses and that feeling of getting corner seat...

I miss me being busy
Sitting and doing nothing is actually not that easy.
I wish I could take my wish back of sitting idle home freely
I think god took it a bit seriously....

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