I bloom like an ugly flower and you are blind. We paddle across through the darkness.

They saw us when they were born and named us stars and space.

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She was married to dark shadows though allured by the envious eyes of mystical refections.

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Unrequited love quite taste like those slender neem leaves growing in the backyard. Have you ever tasted them?

They are quite bitter,  intolerable sometimes, yet good for health. 

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While each one of us were relishing the last few bites of gajar ka halwa, mom kept sweating in the kitchen cooking food for lunch. She took a glimpse of the empty bowl that dad had just left in the sink to wash and wished secretly, if only someone knew she also wanted to taste it before it got finished, but yet kept silent.

When each one of us got busy watching tv, she walked out of the kitchen to dining and smiled. She looked at her plate and realised that dad had made sure that she has few spoonfuls of her favorite dish tonight, before everyone finished it.

She cried and smiled.

Ps: Little gestures of love.

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when dreams harbour in the shores of nightmares, I wake up to the lingering taste of bitter and sweet on my tongue.

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Noise once said

"Maybe I was just meant to be quiet".

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Blades, we cut open each other little by little, staring at the view, patching those holes within, scavenging through memories.

We slept on our deathbeds wrapped within the arms of Ambiguity.

Ambiguity of our being.

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Silent storm,

When I look up, I wonder what would make them see the sea, while they keep their heads up thinking it's a black blanket?

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Looks lovely even when it's broken, all alone.

Broken glass or you.

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I fluctuate like the heart beat of a person who's about to die.

When do you think I will give up?
Maybe,
When the rhythm of uncertainty becomes certain.

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