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10 JUN 2017 AT 1:46

~One Last Time ~

Now that you're leaving,
for one last time, lemme hold your hand,
get lost in your eyes, together in the noman's land.
for one last time, lemme kiss your dreams
lemme touch you again, however blurred you seem
For one last time, lemme dive in your thoughts and swim in them,
lemme be a little careless about what society blames.
for one last time, lemme talk a few.
with each word lemme be a little closer to you.
lemme make my pains rest on your shoulder
lemme hear my breaths with everytime you whisper.
For one last time, lemme love you, sweetheart,
for your grave would be taking us miles apart.
Somewhere in the heaven, we will meet,
inspite of all absurdities.
I promise, we are gonna murmur together,
"Our love that dared to last an eternity."

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2 JUN 2017 AT 2:18

I always wonder why people are so
obsessed with love stories?
What's there to consider them as paragons?
Is it because of the instances
they find acquaintances to?
Or the different characters,
they can relate to?
But then again I realise,
Most of those stories
end either in tragedies with teary eyes.
or happy endings with happy smile.
Nothing much in between.
That's what drives people so much.
Takes away far from reality.
Atleast those love stories have endings!
They don't have unsaid goodbyes
unsung indifference and unheralded egos
ending their beautiful stories abruptly.
Atleast fantasies end somewhere.
But realities don't.
After all, destinations matter even more
than journeys nowadays.

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5 APR 2017 AT 1:23

Whom to choose?
The person I love,
or the person who loves me?
Well, I will choose the one,
the one who will dare to build a bridge,
the bridge between these two.
Because that's the power of Love.
It is neither chosen nor found,
its built.

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7 JUN 2017 AT 1:22

~ SHE IS A GIRL ~

Behold! She is a girl.
She is a paradox
She is the perfect blend of all the emotions
far cry from the world.
She defines and redefines her existence,
with her sword of womanhood.
Yes,she is a girl.
She is predictable in her unpredictably.
She confronts the world,
overcomes all the hurdles to water
her growing maturity that someday
provides shelter to her family.
She is the epitome of sacrifice, grace and kindness.
She can kill you with goodness but if you're not worthy,
she can take revenge with her silence.
She bleeds,she heals.
She knows how to hide her peeping tears
with perfect make up and graceful smile.
She faces criticism but still stands tall.
After all a girl, she is.
It's not easy to be a girl, it's true.
But trust me, it's one of those divine feelings too.
She isn't a drop in the sea,
she is the sea within a drop.

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16 MAY 2017 AT 2:49

Embracing silence bathed promises and duende feelings,
their conversation denied to end
as entangled words continued their fight.
With the souvenir of dreams in the dark sky,
somewhere unknowingly,
love brimmed in the chest of night.

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25 MAY 2017 AT 18:38

One ground.
Different matches.
Thousand Cheers.
Uncountable shots taken,
but only the perfect one reaches the goal.

One life.
Different stages.
Thousand encounters.
Uncountable memories made,
but only the perfect one reaches the soul.

Now,I know why football and love is similar.

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27 APR 2017 AT 1:12

Engagement
Rings
abandoned by
both after divorce.
Alas!The marks remained same.
Defeating all formalities,finally love won the game.

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25 MAY 2017 AT 1:16

Previously,I used to spill ink.
Now,I bleed with them.

Previously,I had two worlds-one of reality and other of my fantasy.
You made me live in both at the same time.

Previously,I used to weave thoughts and cage them immediately.
Now after you,I feel myself making my thoughts eternal.

Previously,I captured moments in the gallery of my phone.
Now,you make them timeless with every stroke of my pen.

In brief,previously I was just existing in life.
You just made it worth living.

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26 MAY 2017 AT 20:22

You are the like the ice,
the more I try to hold you,
hide you in my heart,
dance in the rhythms of your words,
swim in the depth of your thoughts,
slowly and swiftly touch you in the fear that you may crack,
forget time to travel into you;
the more you melt,
the more you slip from my fist.
But you know where the irony lies?
The more you glissade from my hands,
the more I wait for the nights to freeze you again.

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13 MAY 2017 AT 0:39

~IGNITED LOVE~
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