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Me? I'm going back
to the wildflowers. I'm going home.

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There's a calling I hear
each time I close my eyes
Like a piece of me left behind,
severed yet bound
So I follow the path to where
my homesickness lies
That's where I know I can
fall asleep, safe and sound

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When months come, if i have'nt writing a qoutes, or poems, or ode... Maybe, i was travelling on a cosmos highways going to my home... The 4th plane of our dreams...

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स्नेह में,
माँ की
ममता सा
कोई प्रेम नही ||

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My roots which gave birth to a home,
My home where my identity resides,
My identity which defines my existence.

I keep going back to,
The lush green meadows and blooming flowers,
The pristine rivers and well trodden bridges,
The sheen of snow and calm winds.

I keep going back to,
The temple bells and evening azaan,
The sounds of gunshots and silenced screams,
My memories of happiness and pain.

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Miss them. Miss them a lot sometimes. It's okay.

(Warning: don't read caption, it's way too long.)

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The shattered emotions,
Scramble in the core of my heart.
Never made for each still,
The destiny made us meet.
To give the pain for life,
The deseprate souls came to greet.
Seperated but happy,
Tears but happy,
Alone but happy,
Happy to be unhappy,
Broken but happy.

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Above the blood relations those
made by god.
There's still one relation of
soul and heart.
And that's what I am in love with.

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I am losing my home again.
what watered and fed me for a year
will be a wilting memory
in another
must I keep uprooting myself
in the pursuit of happiness
I keep forgetting that for a moment
it is nice
to be
still

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