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14 MAR 2018 AT 16:21

When I scratch out words ,
it gives rise to a new empiricism
and emotions in my life.!!!!

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14 MAR 2018 AT 16:19

She says when I scratch out words
on paper it feels like dancing
on the tone of my heart

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15 MAR 2018 AT 1:16

उसके लिए श्रीपत्र पर उकेरे मेरे शब्दों का मूल्य, 
हो जाता है कीमती कलाकृतियों सा बहुमूल्य। 

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15 MAR 2018 AT 1:14

He says when I engrave the words for him
on the papyrus, it becomes valuable artifact.

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14 MAR 2018 AT 20:32

My mom says when i scratch words
on paper for her it sounds like the
lullaby which she used to sing for
me when i was not even able to
hold a pen.....

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10 MAY 2019 AT 17:31

And we all have to accept the fact that not everyone is meant to be a good memory in our life,
Some are always there to remind how nightmare feels like.

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14 MAR 2018 AT 21:29

She says when I carve out words out of my heart, it looks like an art.

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14 MAR 2018 AT 19:40

She says when I scratch out words on paper and it sounds like a natural music which cannot be listen by everyone,only those people listen it who knows everything deeper and an adventurous seeker..!!

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26 MAY 2020 AT 20:33

I can't take it anymore.
I get tired of being tired. I can't cope it.
I stopped functioning,I buried my head in overthinking and becoming lost in my Poetry. I’ve cried myself to sleep at night and when I wake up ,I am still weary sleep to give myself the comfort.I don't want to do anything.
I reflect on my life and all of the choices
I’ve made second guessing everything .I feel alone even though. There are people around I feel like I’m worthless, expendable and temporary.
But I know I am not I find that depression and anxiety lie to me.Things are not as bad as they seem.My thoughts are distorted.
I unplug temporarily from everyone and everything and then I return undefeated yet struggling. And try one more time to climb the mountain I call my life.

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14 MAR 2018 AT 15:42

When vanity scratched my skin,
dilapidated words flow out my veins;
the rhythmic sobs of mine, put a
melancholy melody to my verses.
Tears of irony when blotted the page,
a satirical smile was all I could reflex.

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