इश्क़ में उड़ने के अरमान मेरे कुछ इस कदर अधूरे रह गए।

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...i know she remembers our endless talks till the breaking of dawn...i know my voice still echoes in her ears when she listens to our favourite song...i know she smiles when she sees those pictures, videos and bomerangs...i know she wished its me on the other side, everytime her phone beeped or rang...i know her eyes reminds her of me, not just coz of the same colour, also coz of the dreams that we shared...i know she knows she's being loved though she says I never cared...i know she misses me everytime she lies sleepless on her bed...i know she remembers all my stories coz i remember all of her's, so clearly in my head...i know she loves me more than she has ever loved anyone or anything...i know she hates me for leaving though we're eachother's everything...i know she never wanted me to say good bye...i just hope that she knows this too, that she's my soulmate and that our love doesn't need us to be together to survive...

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Some people ink emotions, some pen down thoughts.
If one can relate words become feelings, else mere quote.

It all depends;
on what you're going through & your state of mind.
Sometimes, someone's just a writer. And sometimes;
another you in that person you find.

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Trapped in a World where;

every day, everyone is busy finding themselves.
And every night, dreams of getting lost.

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Maybe, a drop of tear blurred her eyes.
So, she failed to see an ocean of them in mine.

Sometimes, people makes you fall in love.
Sometimes, they leave. And sometimes, both.

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Journey which began
sleeping in her lap.
Stayed safe in her arms.
Must end up protecting
her soil from every harm.

If mother is reason for our life,
shouldn't motherland be our reason to live?

- Sumit Manju Pareek

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taken for granted.

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Dear youth, What we are doing?

We are playing "Bharat Bandh" every now and then, for getting a seat reserved in a college, exemption in fees & for getting government job. We fight, protest, cause chaos all around. We f*cking shutdown the country. And now, when 'our mother' and her daughters needs us the most what we will do? I'll tell you what exactly we will do.

Firstly, will sit around TV & curse the government. Then will discuss it with family, friends & over social media. Finally, "this is India, yahan aisa he hota hai" we'll blame the country and sleep. Few days will pass by and we will get back to normal.

*Breaking News*
"Oh! Rape, again?
Must be an 'over-friendly', 'college girl', wearing 'exposing clothes' in a 'club/bar/odd location'. Must be raped by 'uneducated', 'uncivilized', 'teenage boys or young men'.

No, she was 8 year old innocent child raped in a temple for a week by 2 educated civilized old men(so called men).

"PM should take actions." *Channel changed*

Please, last chance this is. Not for humanity but for own selfish reasons, take stand & don't let it go. Our country's future is in our hands. Don't let go.

Regards,
Once a proud Indian.
Sumit Pareek

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Does love really hurts?

Remember the time when you first caught him staring at you.
Your favourite song in her terrible voice.
The sips of coffee with a same straw.
Those 'good night' text at 4:00 in the morning.
The silly fights over who miss whom the most.
The countless *screenshots* of endless chats.
Goosebumps when she whisper 'i love you' in your ears.
When he held your hand while crossing road.
Studness melting when she pulled your cheeks saying 'so sweet'.
Your uncontrollable blush when he call you 'beautiful'.
Those pouting selfies that you clicked together.
Eating 'thela food' by the road side.
His forehead kiss saying goodbye.

I guess those were some of the best memories you ever had. Its not the love but the memories that it left hurts you the most.

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No film, no song, no documentary
can bring back her husband from cemetery.

No media, no news, no press
can cover the loss that his family bears.

No compensation, no award, no cash
can bring back his father from the ash.

No condolences, no candles, no prayers
can ease the pain that his mother bear.

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