The feeling of belonging,
the hitching of my breath
in my throat,
the feeling of warmth when
being around you,
the feeling of my eyes getting
moist,
the feeling of my limbs becoming
lifeless,
the feeling of my soul being
snatched away from my body,
the feeling of my life revolving
only around you,
has stopped everytime I would
hear your name.

Maybe I've learned to finally,
live without you.

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Left home.

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Home : a feeling of longing for a person, for some love and warmth.

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It's uncertain if you're
going to end up with the
person you're in love with.
It's uncertain if you're not
going to get hurt by the one
you love the most.
For, the one who's closest to
your heart, knows the best
way to break it.
We love selflessly.
But are we loved the same
way?

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शहर छोड़ दिया, यादों को दफन कर के
पर आज भी जब घर जातीं हूं तो,
सबसे पहले तुम्हारीं हीं यादें महकतीं हैं।

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The tear stained pages of his diary, every poem and stories he wrote about her were strangled to death just because he found someone else breathing in between her words.

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~ it's me and your memories, against the world.

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He brushed the hair strands off my face and tucked them behind my ears. The mere touch of his warm fingers on my cold skin felt like a wave of relief washing over me. He glanced at me and pulled me closer. Putting his chin on my head, he whispered "love has many forms. But for me, it has always been you !" I would've missed what he said, but the silence didn't make it possible.

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~ an end.

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"होता हैं न दर्द, जब कोई अपना बिछड़ जाता हो ?"

"....और उस दर्द का क्या जो वहीं अपने स बेइंतहा मोहब्बत कर, ख़ुद हीं से मुंह मोड़ लेने का अंजाम होता हैं ?"

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