Should a person die for a dream?
Or should he make it a reality?
Should the person be ready to give it all up?
Or should the person make it his all?

Is a dream a picture you see while you sleep?
Or a dream is the stuck thought in reality?
Is a dream just for the kids and the young?
Or a dream is a part of the adults?

Is a dream thought about?
Or the dream becomes your only thought?
Is a dream a conscious seed?
Or the dream is a destiny's plaything?

Is a dream a light in dark?
Or the darkness that snuffs the brightest light?
Is your dream only yours?
Or is the dream a part of everything?

Is a dream just a dream?
Or is it a part of someone's reality?

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Whether I want to take the step or not
But I am quite sure that the person stepping out
Is similar to the person who stepped in those years back
But they are very different
Different because one knows her worth
While the other knows her values
And now as I step forward and begin something new
I take all the things this place taught me
This place that I called home for so many years
This place that the rest call as college

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And you may now say that I don't accept my faults
But the point is you don't want me to move on
You say that they don't care
And I should let things go
And then again you say
That I have hurt them so much.

That now they don't care anymore
So why do you want me to care
If they have moved on
And understand.

That things can never be the way they were before
So you be happy in the life you have knit
And let me be happy
In the scraps you have left me to play with.

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I still remember the day when I saw you for the first time.
You clad in a pair of jeans and that netted white top
One which I soon came to realize as your favourite attire.
Our eyes may have met, and maybe to the others it was a mere glance. But you and I knew it wasn't the last. We met time and again and kept on crossing paths and meeting, until the final day. The day when our paths were meant to part but you moved distances. Maybe not for me but for someone else. I should have had taken it as my first sign. But the rose colored glasses do hide things in plain sight.
We met a few times for the next revolution or so until we didn't and you decided on your own. That we have met our last and we're done, nowhere asking how I felt. Now I do see you... maybe with the same glance I once did, but these aren't rose tinted anymore. They are maybe a shade of gray, making everything gloomy in its way. So the happy memories are still happy and the sad ones still sad, but what pains me more is how easily you moved on. Yes that's what keeps me awake at night. That's what creeps in my mind and makes me lay awake at this ungodly hour and maybe hope for something that wasn't there ever...

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We might not have traveled miles together
But you'll hold a place dear
In my memories and my heart alike
Cause we were friends in difficult times
We grew as did the distance
And things can't be changed till the present
But we can close the distance moving forward
One step at a time, closing in on each other
And maybe one day our paths will indeed cross
When all that's left are not remorse
But a calmness filling our beings
And we can be strangers with memories

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I fell for your sweet smile
Not hearing the clear lies
I saw you with red tinted eyes
That camouflaged the red flags you tied
All around the relation we had
All around the friendship we shared
And now when you're miles away
I realise how pointless it all lay
How things were so superficial
Like the bandaid trying to heal an internal bleeding
Like a titanic trying to float in a lake
Like a fish trying to fly high
Like a human trying to be someone else

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I came to know you
In the darkness of eve
I became friends with you
In the light of dawn
We were close, like super tight
Until you lost things you held close
You became bitter trying to find the new you
And baby I don't blame you
I blame myself
To not be able to be there
To not be the friend you needed
And being just, well me...
And I think we parted ways back then
Although superficially we held close
We spoke our heart
We hugged each other
Cried in arms and lent a shoulder
But the spark went missing long back
And it's nowadays that I realise this
That we are still superficial friends
Calling each other when need be
But not really sharing experiences
You would rarely call me up now
To share a tears and sadness
And I rarely call you up
To share the various frustrations
We just ring each other up
On the most random days
To check up if all is fine
And to make each other aware
That yes I am here for you
And I know you're there for me
And I don't know if we're friends anymore or not
But I know we're more than acquaintances
More like the distant cousins
Who are thick as thieves when together
And far away like the two banks of a river

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I thought our love was worth a million words
But you walked away even without a sigh.

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That something is incomplete
And there is a peak with our name on it
That we have to climb and reach
And maybe then the calmness will hit
Like the high of alcohol
On a warm cozy evening

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I am glad we broke up
Because it made me see things
I was blinded towards
How I did everything for you
without thinking twice
And how you were always busy
when I needed some time
How our friendship
was just a tale on paper
but in reality
It was just a one sided relation
How I was dispensable
Like that one piece of clothing
That looked good in photos
But you hate wearing it
But I am glad you walked away
And although it took me some time
I am glad that I am okay
I needed to get over you
To find myself
To love myself enough
To say I deserve better

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