Write on me.
Crush me.
Throw me in the bin.
I will come back.
I will rise, like a Phoenix
recyled by Nature.


~ Story of a paper

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From ;
Scribbling their names over the school desks
To ;
Get it printed on the wedding card

Both kept their promises

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खाली पन्नो को काला किया जाता हैं,
जब ये दिल जज़्बतो से भर जाता हैं।

टूटा हुआ काच भी मूल्यवान बन जाता हैं,
जब इंसान खुदको बिखरे हुए ख्वाबों की तरह पाता हैं।

उन पन्नों मे भी मेहजबीन झलकती हैं,
जिन पान्नो को फाड़ के फेक दिया जाता हैं।

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Broken for someone who
just don't care,
Can't it be called the
worst nightmares?
You spend millions of
seconds to seek attention,
You keep on asking yourself
the most silly questions,
You discover people are
always there to make you shed tears,
It's just back breaking that
no one cares,
And yay!! Lastly I despair.

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//Caption//

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What wrong I did to you?
Had I hurt you,and then if you would leave me
I would have somewhere made myself believe,
would have probably blamed myself

"Yes! You! You cheated,you lied,you betrayed,and it's you who did all wrong and worst to him, and so he left!"

I gave my best to stay loyal,stay worthy to you, your needs
Naming everything love,I even changed myself,as per you desired.

If you weren't satisfied with all this,you could have even explained and then walked off,right?
But you left me in solitude,and still today,the thought haunts me,that...
What exactly I did wrong?

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You are everything.
from scribbling,
to the finest poetry.
To me.

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He tried, she ignored
She ignored, he sobbed
Both approached, And they got reunited

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I m doing scribbling since my childhood to this day ....
The mere difference is that my words make sense now

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Since the dawn of scribbling,
there have been attempts to create minimum
and simple sense in those scribbles.
It was done instinctively not always for
expressing the depth of feelings but borne
out of a need to release some
thoughts (feelings) trapped in mind .
A clear path has to be made to pave way
for some new ones waiting behind the crowd.

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