"Work, eat, repeat."
But first, let me breathe.

"We're the ones society would blame!"
Why would you listen to them?

"Surely people would talk!"
As I always say... let them bark!

"My, how you're getting fat."
But did I ask?

"Skinnier you'll become."
Are your opinions ever welcomed?

"It's high time you got married soon."
And I can't seem to listen...

"Your body isn't covered enough."
But it's my choice!

"Your clothes cover too much."
Choice... let it be my choice...

"I say whatever pops into my head."
Not a quality you should be proud of!

"But my soul is so pure, I swear."
How many more lies do you plan to tell?

"Too quiet!"... "Why so loud?" ..."Don't even speak!"
Stop!... Breathe... please let me breathe…

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It was spring, the season of love, they say.
March was the month when fate had planned a play.
In the bustling crowd stood the curly-haired guy,
smiling through pearls, a thousand thoughts had flown by.

Similar to a starlit river, calm and serene,
with eyes the hue of melted chocolates.
His smiles mischievous, and my heart racing without a care.
Oh, a sweet, sweet boy, a vision so rare.

He's the stuff of songs, my starry-eyed dream, comes with a guitar in hand and strums melodies.
Sings like an angel, my sweet baby boy,
and to die in his arms would be a heavenly joy.

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When the little me discovered that magic truly happens.
I was just seven when I first saw the ocean.
Upon witnessing the water dancing to nature's tune.
Under the glaring sun one afternoon.
Water was the bluest I'd ever seen.
Did I hear the waves calling me?
Eyes went wide, with wonder and delight.
As I fell in love with nature at first sight.
Running on the beach barefoot,
was busy having the time of my childhood.
Endless water, limitless laughter.
Salty breeze, sandy feets.
Memories I could never bring myself to part with.
Some days I would dream of growing up by the sea.
Maybe I already did, in another time, in another life.

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It's one a.m. on the clock,
darkness surrounding the doors locked.
Winter welcomes the eerie silence,
peace however makes it's presence known.
While my books rest on the bed,
phone sleeping among them,
laptop goes too for a nap.

As the wide awake me,
sings praises to the dazzling sky.
Humming slow soft melodies,
dedicating them to the winking stars.
Wondering eyes gaze at them.
Can they hear me from so far?
Are they looking my way too?
What do they see then?
The broken dreams, a helpless being?
Or the hope of something new?
Someone they have given blessings to?

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"The beauty of trees?"
"it's how for years and years,
above all they stand.
Like a towering giant.
Kind yet strong.
As if a loving parent.
Shielding his children from harm.
Just giving and giving.
Never asking anything in return.
This makes one wonder,
if the policy of 'give and take',
is still unknown to them."

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A new beginning should definitely happen.
When there's a need to change some certain situations.
But, a new beginning doesn't always mean,
deserting your former dreams.
Or throwing away all the good along with the bad.
Nor to part your ways with all you had.
Why can't it be about learning?
Finding who you really are,
what else you can be,
without denying all that was?

And a new beginning happens,
when in the quest of a reformed self.
A small yet significant decision you take.
A bad habit you break.
When for your future's sake.
Here and there, random little changes you make.
Because, a new beginning.
Doesn't call for an entire new being.

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All those secrets your heart harbours.
But, before we go any further.
You must drop this rudeness.
This terrible behaviour,
you seem to wear like an armor.
Only then, the truth will come out.
Unfold your thoughts.
If it's possible,
even the silly ones,
you believe are not so significant.
I'll be here till you say it all.
You fears, mighty or small.
Free of judgements.
To hold you if you fall.
Because I know,
that sometimes
,talking it through
Is all you can do.
To achieve some form of freedom,
from the pain you keep hidden.
In it's wake, hopefully,
you'll find peace and contentment.

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When night falls on the city.
Light finds it's way quickly.
As if a painter's brushes,
dancing upon pitch black canvas,
Splashing neon hues to color the sites.
And the city goes on sans interruption
Bustling with life,
with sleepless dreamers, seekers of a prize.
Some bodies restless with the need to survive.
Glamours and fascinating to sore eyes.
Nights can't make them sleep.
Cities posses their own flavours of wit.
Hence, the village may have some certain charms.
But the city is lit!

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"If you reached here without skipping the pages, if you feel even a little bit of grief over the fact that my story has come to an end, if you are eager to read more about my life, then congrats to me, I made it as a writer!"

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चैटिंग का भूत सवार हुआ
पढ़ाई से तकरार हुआ,
कक्षा में हर दिन,
उसका बेसब्री इंतजार हुआ ,
कहानी उस प्रेम की कभी पूरी ना हुयी,
लेकिन "हंड्रेड पर्सेन्ट अटेंडंस" का ख़िताब,
था पहली बार हमारे नाम हुआ।

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