,
then why the scars
we made on each other
became our identity?

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You were there, holding
thousand millions of dreams.
I, was there,
counting a million in each.
Among them you were
the most beautiful dream, I lived.
You are now.

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Mind going where eyes couldn't.

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Monster under bed.

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After having a nice and long conversation with my dad,

*Me: It's the right time to say about the broken phone.

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Earlier today, I was sitting near my room's window where I allowed dust to settle on me. And I didn't question their presence. I watched everything out their in this vast world, the flowers, grass, people, clothes hung for drying, eventhough there were bars in the window. With time my visions blurred and at a point there were no bars that I could see except the trees and flowers behind it.

It is fascinating. I wish it to be our life. The bars are no barrier when you stare at the right thing long enough that you want to see.

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We made endless stories
out of nowhere,
to nobody,
for it to end somewhere
with us in its space.

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I had once. Then I lost it. I found it now. And it's waiting for the wind to sway it away.

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Going to office after months of lockdown.

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•MOTHER•

You are those rainbows in my dawn
after my rainy nights
with more than seven colours of love.
Ghee in the dosa you make, is still sliding
all over my tongue - just like your hugs
that keeps me warmer in the coldest days.

What's with the castle that the moon builds?
Oh! That's too you completing my circle,
protecting me from the eyes of others-
Just like the black dot you never fail
to keep behind my ears.

You are my page with lines, for you taught me
how to walk straight in blank pages.
You are the sun in my pen that keeps
inking every morning to etch the nooks of your
heart with my words.

Mother! You are me and you have all the rights
to live through me; and I, to live for you.

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