My handwritten letters
cried and screamed love,
But you liked the notification
sound of her E-mail.

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It's okay Mailbox,
I am empty too.

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M - Message
A - Arrives Via
I - Internet
L - Link

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Everything shattered After breakdown..even if it is a mirror or a Relationship

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He wrote to her everyday.
She checked her inbox for his mails twice a day.

Between drunk nights and marking his mails Spam and forgetting about it, love was lost.

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सब जानते हैं यह जिंदगी एक खेल है ,
मेरे पास इसको भेजने को एक मेल है ,,
सबसे पहली लाइन में, मैं यही लिखूंगी ,
उससे रुठने का बहाना करूंगी ,,
अब तो बता दे कब तक सताएगी,
और कितने सहानुभूतियो के घूट पिलाएगी ,,
श्श्य-श्यालम सी हो गई है तू ,
बता कब इसमें रंगों की बहार लाएगी,,
तू टेंशन मत करना मैं मेहनत करूंगी,
जो भी दर्द होंगे ,उसे भी हंसकर सहूंगी ,,
यह मत सोचना कि मैं सीधे-साधे रास्ते को ढूंढूगी,
उबर-खाबड़ और कठिन रास्तों पर चलूंगी,,
बस इतना बता दे तू मुझे कहां मिलेगी,
तू मुझे कहां मिलेगी?????????

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These have seen a period of hovels
these have seen an emergence of stately hotels,
these eyes have seen
this world changing very closely.

These have seen an era of dying poverty
these have seen rise of a thriving dynasty,
these eyes have seen
this world changing very narrowly.

These have seen an epoch
of half unfinished letters
these have seen growth of e-mail servers
these eyes have seen
this world changing very finely.

These have seen a regime of cruelty
these have seen an evolution of humanity
these eyes have seen
this world changing very minutely.

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Somewhere between sending mail to each other we lost all the emotions related to a hand written letter.....

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Millions of words are hiding behind the backspace button
In drafted mail
In copied clipboard
In deleted messages
Words that never leave my mind
Words that i am scared from
Words so heavy that i couldn't bear their weight
Words i can never say
More than her heart the backspace button knew how much i loved her
It knows the uncut version of every truth that i hold
I wanted to tell you so much but the backspace lied
that every day i cried
Only the backspace button knows the truth, the emotions, the love, the anger, the regrets
If given a chance, the backspace would tell a wonderful story

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You're the Shell, I'm the Snail,
You Dear, are my Holy Grail,
All my life I just seek you,
You're the Address, I'm the Mail.

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