I have been torn apart,
broken into
p
i
e
c
e
s
many a times.

But each time,
I managed to assemble myself whole
in different shape,
different form,
different version.
Knock me down again.
I dare you.
You’d only give me a chance
to come back anew.

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I made it a habit
to stack my failures
every time they hit me hard.

Once again
I'm down on Earth
my stack looking
like half a rainbow
still not beaming bright.

There's more rain to go
and more thunder to fall
to completely sieve
the persistent white light.

Let me till then
look above
at the half coloured sky.

I think I'll not regret
a posthumous Twilight.

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The vanishing lusters,
Of her dismounting hair,
Her agonizing flusters,
At the sight of a stair.
Those wrinkled eyes,
Gleam with a beady dew,
As her memories slice,
Through the days I grew.

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My one line life story:
A deep sea diver, occasionally bubbling out harmonious thoughts, gliding deeper and deeper to attain the treasure of tranquility.

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There are little drops of victory in
persistency and consistency.

IspeakLIFE🌿

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Biologically, men have stable emotions as opposed to the ambivalent feelings churning inside a woman. At a moment, men can only submerge themselves in one of the emotions ranging from anger, elation and sadness. But, when a throbbing newborn baby is handed over to the father for the first time, for a split second, the father is rendered speechless due to the turbulent wave of emotions amassing him, emotions that range from anxiety, fear, sadness, kindness, compassion, love, curiosity, enthusiasm and an eternal euphoria.

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A dire fever renders our taste buds futile. We quiver and groan at the convulsions, burying ourselves in layers and layers of chivalrous blankets while swallowing flavorless foods. The sweetest taste of our realm, is explored by us during those vulnerable hours, a taste so nectarous and exquisite, so sensitive and compassionate, a taste called 'kindness' of our parents.

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A novelist suffering from the harrowing inertness of writer's block doesn't have to go far away to crack back the creative juices. A proximate railway station or an airport would suffice by dousing him with the raw emotions displayed by the vulnerable humans indulged in sobbing departures or blazing arrivals.

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Most relationships plunge down because of the ineffective intimacy. Majority of the men fail to understand the towering necessity of foreplay. During sex, they are selfish, they do things that pleases only them and this leaves their partners feeling flustered and worthless. Only a tender character will caress her, cuddle her, snuggle her, fondle with her delicate arms, pet her shoulders, embrace her slowly, peck on her cheeks, smooch her lips until numbness, cling her tightly, clasp her chin and snog her passionately, absorb the warmth around her neck, praise her softness and squeeze her into a lustrous infatuation.

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Gratefulness; a soaring step towards optimism, which governs the indisputable meaning of our existence. A hardcore pessimist, cowering under the maladies of life, will be whiplashed into an aura of perceptional assertion when an unexpected generosity is sprinkled upon the individual. The hospitality of the doer hails and wraps the pessimist into a cordial coziness. A grumpy elder, an energetic child and a malicious murderer will grin uniformly with gratitude at this friendly doer too. Take any amiable family, the father lunges himself into a pledged endeavor to earn a strong livelihood right after the first childbirth, why? An unwavering unfading gratefulness towards her.

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