You
make
my
pages
breathe.

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Miracles don't just happen,
There's always someone who made it to happen to you.

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you became the pause,
in the mid sentences
of my half broken words.
you became the hues,
in my once left behind
sepia tinted dreams.
you became the tune,
in the noise of a room,
full of people in colored
gears. you became the
comfort, in my unease,
on a night of
a moonless sky.

so if tomorrow i nod
when you tell me you
are on your way out,
please know that deep
inside i am yelling and
beseeching you
to stay back,
one last time.

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i yelp and gasp,
at the prick of my broken bangles,
the ones i got from the flea market,
on an evening, which smelled
of roses and deception.
i subtly pull it out,
piece by piece and then,
the whole of it.
placing them together,
in a pouch of satin, tied
with ribbon, i carefully place it
in my box of memories.
it has chocolate wrappers,
dried flowers, half written notes,
a tissue paper with coffee stains
and hope.
of all the things that were lost
from me, there is a memory,
lacing each one to me.

the memory box has seen it all,
it sometimes resembles
my fall.

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like a piece of glass
falling off a chandelier
in a vibrant burst of light
in the middle
of a room,
full of people, drunk
on power, lust, love
like a piece of glass
that breaks off
and bursts open
in a million small
fragments, of light
you bloomed in a field
of bombs and grains
now when they blast
they leave but
dark soot remanants
on the skin of your toil,
telling tales
of a once cleaner
heart and visage.

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We met in very strange times.
When I was a heap of mess,
Like soft muslin passing through a needled thread.
You were the brash young boy,
Who fantasized about jumping high up, to the skies.

We met in very strange times.
When words didn't come easy to me
When words didn't mean much to you
Our bond was built on broken sighs.

We met in very strange times.
When you were my guiding light
And I were your fiery sense
Together, we built our yellow tent.

We parted, on a cold winter night.
When you were still a young boy
While I felt overgrown by two years
In one night.

We have each grown apart
Through springs and falls
And you should stop looking
For the girl in me,
The one you left,
On the rain drenched street.

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'To You'

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that night she lost herself in books.
I found her in my diary ❤

-shailendra rai

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My heart,
It beats so fast at times. I wonder how it manages to keep up, with the sighs, highs, lows.

My heart,
It flutters like a breathless bird. I wonder what took away it's life and filled it with so much blood, it reeks of mercury now.

My heart,
It shrinks away, so often, so fast. I wonder what touched it so wrong, it had to build up its own defense mechanism, after all.

My heart​,
It wants to steal you away and lock it up in a corner of it valves, to never share, never care, never ever give up, again.

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When I touch you, so I wanna hug you
When I hug you, so I wanna kiss you

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