The sky is blue
But not for you
Because you are colourblind.

Your partner is cheating
But your heart keeps beating
When will you be able to find?

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Aimless thoughts are like clouds... They wander around without a destination.

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Walking on the rooftop
Underneath the sky
Looking at the same moon
Whispering the same prayers
Listening same playlist
And watching the memories play on repeat
Hand in hand, jumping in puddles
Embracing each other after a fight
Kisses on forehead to
Texting each other goodnight.
Oh Dear Love, Missing You
Missing Every Smiles and the stolen looks.
You happy with her and making new memories
And here I am, missing you like clockwork.
If I could reverse the time, I will make sure not to look in your eyes.
Not to hear your voice.
Irony isn't it?
When I am the one who is asking for it back
And also wishing you never happened.

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Today it's only them. One star with the moon. I hope they aren't missing the other one too much.Loss shouldn't be attached with grief forever. But again I wish they miss him so as not to forget their partner. Someone's presence shouldn't be erased the moment they leave the space. Physical presence isn't always everything. Abstract feelings and memories should be counted as presence as well.

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Tara knew that Ved was slipping away from her embrace... But she tried to hold on to that little hope for a miracle. She was the first human to understand Ved, to know that behind this monochromatic Ved, there lies the carefree colorful Don who wanted to come out from the shackles of programmatic monotonous life. It was new for the little kid, to be appreciated for being himself and not doing what others ask him to do. That's why Ved was scared. Scared that, Tara had seen something which should have been dead and stayed in the grave. He was feeling vulnerable as his outer fake exterior was cracking by the touch of Tara.... So he did what he was taught, he ran away from her. Anything that defies the laws of NORMAL was wrong and forbidden for him. So he left Tara broken, to stop breaking his own shackles. His lie was his comfort...

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They say I'm hopeless romantic.
I ain't no kitten, yet I am still smitten
On fictional love story
Of you and me.
Imagination is only where I can tread
Without ignorance and thousand messages unread.
Am I being delusional?
Then show me something conventional.
Convince me for staying,
When you are the only one who is leaving.
Is it that hard?
To love something once you had given your heart to?

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I am afraid of the longing,
To see you everytime.
I am afraid of imposing on you too much.
I am afraid of losing you on one single touch.
I am afraid of making desperate tries to make you stay.
I am afraid of your leaving no matter what I say.
But I am not afraid of love,
I am afraid of the consequences
After you give up.

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Then the words become his assets
And poetry becomes his beauty.

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Dear Moon

Why are you following me? Are you lonely as I am? Do you want my company or I am just a fleeting star for you. Will you remember me after tonight? Or forget about me like you always do? It's okay though because I too like your company. Even if it is not forever,let me be by your side when you need one. Let me be your first priority even if it's for a moment.

Yours forever,
Fleeting star

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Don't get married just because you are getting old.
Marry because you want to start a family of you own.

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