A poem for you...

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Subah palke khulne se pehle,
Tera naam zehen me aata hai,
Kyuki pichli raat bhi tu,
Mere sapno me aake chla jata hai,
Is silsile ko silsila samjhkar,
Zakhmo ko see leta hoon,
Aur aaj kal Mai teri yaadon ke sahare hi jee leta hoon.

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She remained awake that night,
Fighting all alone with her demons...
Her eyes flooded with tears,
And her feet turned cold and numb...
Her breath got heavier,
And her throat began to choke...
Her thoughts haunted her,
And the uncertainty of her life,
Scared her to death..
She wanted to set herself free,
This was not what she chose for herself..
But she was helpless and struck,
In the middle of no-where...
A little peace and a little hope,
Was all she pleaded for...

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He fell in love with her "Tongue,"
More than anything.

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Kuch raaten main isliye bhi jagta hu,
Kyu ki uspe sirf teri yadon ka haq hota h
neend ka bhi nhi .

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When We Used To Talk Till The Morning On Call😍😍
With Silly Fights On Little Little Thing😄😄
And Than We Remembered Our Best Moments😘❤
And Next Day We Just Remember That Night & Our Day Gonna Automatically Best Day Of Life😍😘

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Those dark nights....

When everything was lit despite being in dark,
When everything hits like a crazy shark,

When empty roads felt like a path to follow,
When everything seems enough rather being hollow,

When chills don't succeed to make you cold,
When all the warmth was right on hold,

When words were begging to set them free,
When you chose to be on a silent spree,

Those dark nights are worth every ounce,
Those dark nights can give your heart a million bounce...!!

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One of those nights...
When you are all alone..
There is just darkness all around..
And there is this voice screaming inside of you, that you don't want to be the same person any more....
Your soul just tries to escape your body and set itself free..
It's like you choose to drown over you breathe.

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It is not that I'm not happy
But sometimes
Traces of our good memories compel me
To see our old pictures, they whisper in my ears... Your commitments, your confessions and your perceptions....
thus in those nights my pillow becomes soggy....

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Miss the warm breathe of yours,
When your lips were mine.
Cuddling together when,
It was pouring outside..

The way you trembled
When i gave hickey on the right
When we were into each other
And our grip was tight

My pillows still remember
Our pillow fights
They know the story
From our first kiss
to the moaning nights

I miss those nights
I miss those nights

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