In these dusty muted pages,
Resides the events of life,
Words spoken as Merely
This tattered heart is abided here,
Heartlessly searching for love here...
If the owner of the book is almighty then I would ask her to
turn the pages Suffily back,
Me, if they had shared the moments....
Oh! I losted my diary but not the moments....

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He felt something missing just like her
But couldn't realise that it was her presence

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Why is it so needed?

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Dust can hide The diary but it can't hide the feelings stored in it..

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Making gestures which could have meant
Will stay forever with me,
The complications was the season was rainy
You just had a stay till the rain droplets fall,
But the rain just went, and even you,
Fortunately I have something to wait for,
It's just not you,
It's the time of the year
which I loved the most!!

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With tears as book mark

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Dusty winds are no more responsible for her teary eyes
Being contrite she's little surprise,
that, why?she isn't so wise!
Existing alone along the periphery of muddy yard
She's no more worried of her charming facial fard,
Yes, that fiscal health matters to all
But, if she's healthy or not?
Doesn't matters at all!
For all that she's staying away
Beseeching every second,
to let her go away.

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Innocent
They walked along that dusty road,
without any fear,that nature will lose it's control.

They laughed at each other at every point,forgetting the scars,they have undergone.

They were too innocent to know that the world has so many loop holes.
but.....
They keep going along that dusty road without knowing that it leads to which hole.

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"There is no dustbin in the cosmos as the dustbin for one is the life for another."

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Dusted!

It was ugly,
Then it got uglier,
I trampled in despair,
Slowly the dust began rising,
It rose up to the high,
Until it's dustier enough.
Whilst in the midst of it,
It crowded my vision

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