Everytime we were together,
I fell short of words.
Yet everytime we were apart,
I had handful of words
to write about you.
Irony //
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Kisine pucha humse ki, kya kr rhe ho...
Humne kaha- ji Marne ki Taiyari
Unne pucha- ki wo kaise
Humne kaha ji- Jee keđ-
I'm weaving a pashmina
from the golden threads of our conversations,
adulterating it
with wool of lukewarm love
and much detested opinions.
I'll add the colour teal
that'll remind us of peacock blues,
sad and beautiful,
like our past and future.
Now let's stain it,
rip it,
cuddle in its shreds,
comfort ourselves,
undress each other
and crawl under this layer of warmth
until the day when one of us
smells summer in the air
and pulls the pashmina away.-
"Life is too short and precious and there is many things to learn,
Don't wait for your chance, create your chances".-
'Mr. Astronaut'
a short (and true) story
"The void.
The beautiful, mystical, magical dark of space, where silence gains a new meaning altogether, and the stars and planets are no longer distant dreams."
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Life is too short for all the hatred.
Adore and admire all around you.
Love each other or perish.-