Even pain got beautified with her grace.

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I fail to feel my heart beat
for every beat, carrying a poem
of cry, a poem that seeks to
fill the void with your
presence in my life.

-Shyma Begum

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when in seamless coherence
turn every 'today' of yours
into a masterpiece.

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And I, staring at the sky,
in numbness feel but
a void inside which
threatens me of not
letting love come to
my way, for it always
has brought pain and
deception along.

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and we buried our dreams alive with our imagination..

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And endless monologues,
trying hard to be able to
make some sense of
everything that's going on,
the storm that the mind
is encountereing and
the tempest that the heart
is dwelling with!!

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Falling for someone is like,
thinking not what we think to think but what we feel to think.

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If "let it be" is the only option left,
then let my heart break and
stop trying to beat,
for, it only beats when
it feels your presence,
which now has reached
beyond its touch.

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// A Dream //

I thought he was the one carrying
the keys to my heart.
The very gentle, dark handsome guy,
with his hair a little curly and eyes brown,
wearing a white shirt and a black pant,
and a blue necktie, adding
an effect of kindness to his personality,
and eyes were to speak something.
I fell in love at first sight and
it was neither an infatuation nor an attraction,
but my heart was speaking in a language
it never spoke in.
As I was approaching, my eyes noticed
nothing but him,
heart was beating fast and high,
nervousness touched its pick.
Reaching to him I called him with no name,
expecting him to look into my eyes,
but, neither did he move nor looked at me.
Unexpectedness happened in a minute,
my eyes noticed a statue of a guy
in a mall standing beside me, and
my dream got broken and vanished away
while I heard a loud voice calling my name, and
my eyes left in a journey for
an unknown quest.

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I couldn't remember the
last time he talked to me,
but I remember the day
when he bought me a teddy.
I couldn't remember the
last time he asked me
'how are you?'
but I remember the day
when he asked my score in each subjects.
I couldn't remember the
last time he seemd happy with us,
but I remember the day when
he asked us to be happy with this luxurious life.
I couldn't remember the
last time he wanted us to
have the meal with him,
but I remember the day when
he stopped having meals for a week out of rage.
But hope never dies,
respect and love for him might
one day unmask the kind
self enveloped deep
within him.

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