I believe in...
Yaa I believe in God, but not in superstitions
Yaa I believe in magic, but not in doraemon
But I believe in angels because I have one...
That's my mom ❣

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How To Write A Poem

My nucleus ordered my cell
To write about my shell,
Cells provide structure for the body,
Take in nutrients from foods,
Convert those nutrients into energy,
And carry out specialized functions.
And thus I gather few words, thoughts, motivations,
Join them and feed them my emotion's ink.
Yes, that's how I became a writer.
I give birth to my poems...

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In search for just one happiness...
How much sadness tortured!!

In search for life
(how) I came so close to death!!

Life extracted a price for every happiness and smile!!

Still these feet have not forgotten
to fight on stubborn paths.

what if I have lost many times,
But haven't forgotten how to fight.

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" हरसिंगार "
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If mirrors could talk,
They'd tell you not to cry.
It is deteriorating the shine
of your mesmerizing eyes.
If mirrors could talk,
They'll tell you how beautifully
you wear your smile.
If mirrors could talk,
They'd never stop
blabbering about
your egregious beauty.

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I had this feeling.
Something seriously wasn't right
Voice in my heart became silent.
Whispers hushed.
And my brain was completely drained

How I blindly trusted you.
The silly part is
I still believe in
Your smile.
Death must be smiling
waiting for my demise.
Making fun of my naivety
My grave dug early.
My life vaporized mending broken promises.
Half empty glasses shattered in pieces.
I'm tired of fixing the ceases.
One hundred years of solitude
I need for these reasons.

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I remember you as a stem full of thorns
And now I can see you as a flower, bloomed, scented with strong roots...

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The Eastornia

I have lived in a house,
That was a dreamland
And treasure itself,
That gave me life long pleasure.

Every corner had a hidden story,
And I was the soulful reader.

It may be old,
But it was my gold
Then, I was unhappy
When Dad sold.

Rife with memories,
Pricking joys,
It was my "Eastornia"
My childhood play house😇

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I drew a dream in my head
You came like a storm
Now all I am left with
Is chalk dust

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I believe that today is stronger than yesterday,
I believe that you are the biggest enemy of yourself,
I believe that today it's okay to be not okay,
I believe that your desires are the most powerful thing that you have,
I believe Because I am the one of you...!!!

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