Let go of everything
that wasn't meant for you
and get hold of everything
you lost while holding it!

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Ever wondered why
no matter how cold the nights are
the tears are always warm?

Ever wondered why
when some people leave
they leave their presence behind?

Ever wondered why
light has to fall
for the shadows to rise?

Ever wondered why
your heart has to break
for your poems to breathe?

Ever wondered why
flowers wilt
under warmth and cold?

Ever wondered?
About life, horizon, Universe?
Tell me now, do you feel alive?
Really really alive?

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Home is not
a mere word of 4 letters.

While, it rambles of shackles
And chains, dangling with bars,
Of a golden, shiny cage for some;
Forever trying to repair their chopped wings;

For others, it reeks of escape,
From an ephemeral uncertain life,
Where they find their forevers,
Waving goodbyes or giving toothless grins;

Home is an expression of how hollow,
Or full one is on the inside, which shows,
On the walls of the rooms, the crevices,
That give a nude image of what goes on behind!

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It is my favorite thing,
To eavesdrop on someone's thoughts.

.......

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When people leave 
you are left with voids, 
and a part of your love 
which they no longer wanted

Bottle it up, capture it
in the pages of your diary
channelize it into art

Just don't let it escape.
because this love
is going to be the glue
to all your broken pieces

This love is going to be 
your guiding light 
on the darkest of nights

This love is going to 
make you feel alive 
when you feel all dead from inside.

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#1 #AprilPoemsWithIndhu

//All those little hearts

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#2 #AprilPoemsWithIndhu

//For the wild

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It is amazingly refreshing the changes,
age brings to the things you adore and miss.

The things you'd wish to pass, at times,
even pray for it to rain or flood the streets,
Like college or gym, or going grocery shopping.
You'd give up anything for it now, barter even.

Getting up early to catch a golden sunrise,
Or staying awake on night road trips,
To let your mind wander watching empty roads,
Or the night owls that hustle with the dark.

Thinning your circle of close ones, to minimum,
Because less is more now; even with thoughts,
Food, the need to impress, or smile artificially.
While, at times you smile at strangers, or dogs.

It is amazingly refreshing to like the age,
where you like the new you, who gave up on,
the old you this easy, with open arms, smiling.

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#AprilPoemsWithIndhu |5
(Read Poem in Caption)

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#AprilPoemsWithIndhu | 4
//If you are someone





"If you are someone
who has never cried for yourself,
then I suggest you do it tonight..."

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