Oh girls of modern days,
May be a little crazy, May be a little sane
All have penises and some also have brain
Not all of them stereotype or objectify
Some take a stand to rectify
And still be judged for being a mumma's boy
Battling the Trojan in their internal Troy
Most are not even handsome, tall and dark
Not everyone's Superman, some are just Clark
Very bad at emotions, fails to understand
To be a better human, they need a female friend
Some one to look forward after a busy day
Some one to listen whatever they have to say
They are also humans, smiling accepting the blame
May be a little crazy, May be a little sane.

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An open book was I,
Holding up my history...
To be written by memories of thy,
Unleashing the mystery...
My love is Trojan for you,
Step back, I warn you...
(To be continued...)

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पानी-वानी तो धोका है
ये आग आग से बुझती है...

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Her birthday...it was the day she said YES. The dark day, that repeated itself for years suddenly turned so bright. Colours came and painted the day, and her life with him- her new hubby. She laughed with such brightness that came straight from heart and reached the eyes. Her sad eyes now were filled with love, care and happiness.
It was the day she said yes to love, again.
Love that never gave up.
Love that made her believe.
Love that kept the promise.
Love that showed her how to live.

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War

Everyday is a new battle
And however much
In our pride and narcissism
We consider ourselves heroes
But Hector still ran like a coward
From Achilles, three times around Troy

Where does one go
Neither hither, nor thither
Wherever the footprints lay
A weighing scale, rusted
Twisted from the mass
Of good turned bad

And I, like the horse
The Trojan Horse,
God to one, weapon to another
Shall lay on the ground
Burned to ashes
And destroyed forever

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He made for her a sketch...or rather he tried to make something like a sketch for her. A complete one, this time.

She gave up hope by the day her birthday came. All she wanted was for him to come back. But her past was scary enough for her to not reach out, not to find out the truth. She can never love, never again.

A perfectly planned proposal came up. The families were there. A ring, of her favorite kind. The pink gold. Every tiny detail reminded her of the girl who she had once forgotten. The mascara stained her cheeks as she realised everything, slowly. In a moment of truth, she also accepted her love for him.

On his knees, he knew she rooted for an old style proposal. The forever kind. The fairytale kind of love, that people refuse to believe in. The moment she looked in his eyes, he knew.
They knew.
It was not going to 'go down in flames'
That this time, it was forever.

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Excited she picked up her pencil, she finally knew what she wanted her future to look like. An old hobby it was, painting. She made a sketch of both of them going for a dinner, together.

It was late, she had finished making his caricature. The lazy her decided to finish the rest the next day, unaware of the storm yet to rise.

"I'm in love with someone else" the next day came with an afternoon so dark it seemed to swallow the Sun and the moon and the whole universe crashed down infront of her.

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Her love is like
Raging flames of the Sun
Beautiful, fierce and possessive
He was her, one and only
It burned every time he left

His love is like the
Peaceful depth of ocean
Beautiful, pure and trusting
He was in love unconditionally
It turned icy cold every time she left

He was the heart, but she the heartbeat

It took some time to realize
their love for each other
And then they were together,
like ice and fire,
Forever.

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As I will walk up to durga maa
this time without you by my side,
with my smiling lips and two tear-filled eyes.
Curious she'll ask, just as others do, where's your "forever and always"
the one you looked at with only love in your eyes
didn't you two promised to intertwine your fingers and walk together side by side..?
Even she'll be surprised, shocked rather
when I'll tell her the story of how you disappeared from my life.
It will break her heart too, like it still breaks mine
Maybe she'll cry a bit too,
maybe it will rain during puja this time.

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He was like that perfect pure soul she could never hate. She pushed him away with everything she can, while a little ray of hope prayed daily for him to stay.

One day he found out her now-dead love for sketches. With the birthday month of the girl approaching, she became more distanced. Her dreams plagued with a fear of history repeating itself.

The phone calls stopped. No more meet me texts. No more horror movie agreements.
He left.

While she was slowly readying herself for another heartbreak.
He had found a perfect surprise for her. A birthday gift.

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