In the deck of black and red cards
you,the purple card will always remain as a wild card
Included, in the times of scarce
Neglected, rest of the time
Untill and unless they find it’s worth….Rare collectible !!

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And today, I stood afar in the garden,
covered with people like PARTHENIUM, appealing familiar yet toxic
Beautifully alligned with people like DANDELION,
allergic yet medicinal
Searching for the one’s like CHAMPA, to cocoon me in their embrace
And , I found mine abandoned in a deserted corner
May be, just may be not all the abandoned one’s are unworthy,
some might be pious too…..

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I looked upto the sky
Only to find the broken pieces of me

I breathed into the air
Only to feel the void in my life

I stared at the star
Only to grieve upon the shine I lost

I looked into the mirror
Only to see me as a shattered warrior

I looked at the stream
Only to remember my dream

I looked at the path
Only to fulfill my oath

I looked at the ground
Only to check if I’m not grounded


But, today I want to fly into every nook and corner of the sky
I want to breathe in the zephyr of the mountains
I want the stars to shower their shine upon me
I want the mirror to listen my stories
I want to scream aloud at the stream
I want to wander around the path
Today, I don’t want to stand on the ground

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Today, I wonder how it’d be
To be back to my chirpy self,
Blabbering nonstop like a chatterbox
Never having the thought of being judged
Will the world laugh at me ?
Or listen to me patiently ?

Today, I wonder how it’d be
To share my stories with the world
Instead of that alluring moon
Will the world adorn me ?
Or abandon me?

Today, I wonder how it’d be
To break the cocoon of self-consciousness
Will the dawn shower upon me?
Or the dusk bask me ?

If and only if I could know the answer..!!!

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She’s a fallen leaf,
With scars adorning her body like the veins of a leaf
Basking at the gloomy dusk
With all her emotions buried in the dust
Letting others walk over her
With no strings of hope to embrace her
Waiting for the next dawn
To shower a ray of hope upon
She’s still fighting
A never ending battle within herself

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The earth missing the first rain

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Locks are not meant to block your thoughts
Swords are not meant to stop your words
Ropes are not meant to bind your hopes
Rains are not meant to hide your pains
Rust is not meant to dust your trust
Hate is not meant to change your fate

Open your locks,Bend your swords, Break your ropes, Strangle your entangled fears
And tame your chaotic self.

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Years past,she started walking on one of the frequently used lanes like the most people do.
Even though,she wished to walk on the distant pebbled lanes,
She can't, by the fear of getting lost..
Don't know how years passed, crossing the already set-up milestones by her predecessors..
Succeeded in getting a green signal for coming out of the traffic,not exactly in the same lane she wished, but in a quite similar lane..
As usual,struck in another traffic, waiting for the orange signal to fade away..
Meanwhile, contemplating with her ownself to run away into the pebbled paths wishing for a new start...
But to her dismay,She can't ,not because of the fear of getting lost but, by the fear of breaking the stereotypes she’s surrounded by....

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We are the prisoners of our thoughts
Culprits of our pasts
and victims of our actions


Release your thoughts
Revive your pasts
Re-correct your actions

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On rummaging through the process of re-inventing myself,
I decided to pay a visit to the closed chambers of my heart.
The locks of these chambers were rusted and
I wondered whether the keys of my determination will fit or not.
But, to my relief they opened without much effort overwhelming me with the scent of their memories too much for my liking.
One of these chambers was full of the half-woven dreams
and the other with unfulfilled wishes.
One,with half-written letters and the other with unposted letters.
One with unfulfilled promises and the other with unspoken truths.
Once,I never got the time to fulfill them and now there's not enough zeal to run after them.
May be with time, the priorities too will change with the person...
But to our dismay,they will struck at the same place having no way to reach their rightful owners...

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