If you're to ask me I might say life's kinda funny in a weird way. The back and forth race to be understood by those who initially cause your madness? The passed down trauma that were dumped on you, made you less of a human everyday but look at me, I'm the happiest person your eyes will ever witness? There were pains pen could not pen down, I forgot much of them, or did I? The guilt that consumes your mind, they don't talk about it? There are pages that I refrained even my parents from seeing! And they say I'm still childish... If only you could witness the hour of madness that I only ever permitted myself to witness.

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The looked at but never seen
The observer but never the partaker

A race through the North pole to south pole
Of 'I'm full of life' to 'I'm barely a human'
Dreams are slowly fading away

Yet Hope is, so life.

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Sadness comes pouring
out of my heart.
The flowers in me wither.
It is not true that
I am here to stay.
I am just passing by.

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Summer love, a burst of barefoot freedom. Sun-kissed skin and grass stains on our knees. Laughter bouncing between us, light as dandelion fluff on the breeze. Secrets shared under the sprawling oak, its leaves witnesses to whispered dreams.

Days bleed into a hazy gold, hearts drunk on stolen moments. Sticky fingers from melted popsicles, sighs escaping like summer rain. Chasing fireflies after dusk, their fleeting light mirroring the impermanence of it all.

Then, moments fade like autumn leaves, carried by a melancholic breeze. The warmth of summer lingers as a memory, a bittersweet ache nestled in our hearts. A reminder of the fleeting beauty of a love that bloomed under the summer sun.

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Life update :


Ab toh jis jisne life k sabse bade L*ude lagaye the,
unke downfall se bhi khushi nehi ho rahi.

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Solitude has nothing to do with melancholy.

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I was oblivious of the venom on your lips and your kisses poisioned me slowly. You kept secrets and lied but I loved you anyways. Now my hands are stained cherry red, from the blood oozing from my heart. I am going to still walk with a sword that you put through my heart, I would walk away..

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Hey Melancholy, I don't want you to feel like a victim of that descending love,
I know that you're infinitely giving, but maybe now it's time to stop the loss,
Plus work through the deep sadness that's been treading on your boots,
Then realize the imperishable light that's actually guiding you,
Cherish the life that's been given to you,
Without wondering why you do the things that you do;

God knows your challenges were real,
You had to walk through alleys, valleys, rallies and caves,
Until the day you approached a gorgeous mountain,
You once called me and told me how you felt when you got to the top,
But I heard you weren't the same when you came down to the plain,
There's no need to meddle with imaginary demons when they poke you with a pin,
Some feelings are mish-mash, and you might feel warped by them but you're the same;

And so what if you're single G? Just go out to the shingle beach, draw pictures in the sand,
Grab and hold some pebbles by your hands,
let the sunset quiet your agony and calm your head,
Rejoice with the pretty finches, sea waves and fleeting moments,
Remain unbowed to deceiving voices,
Go with the flow, don't pace it!


~olybys~

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Am there, but not really ever there,
The misunderstood protagonist in it's own show
For a fool, uncannily, that I'm
In this circus of Life,
When I forgot the rules
In life which is no less of a masquerade...

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The earth is waking
After a long deep slumber
Warm hues are blooming
Round and round the world
Again,
The chirps of birds are no more nostalgic
There’s now enough ink
To paint the sky, the heart, those eyes
Again,
There’s a whisper of hope carried around,
By those green leaves,
Those colourful pallets of mother Nature
There is glint of life,
Everywhere those eyes can wander.
It’s time to heal
It’s time to heal
It’s time to live, learn, breath, heal,
The season of letting go has arrived
The void at last has spoken.

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