They say, you start writing, when you lose hope.
But, No.
I started to write, in hope to find it. And all along, I can say, I found it, among all the appreciations.

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Broken heart.
Endless tears.
Shivering pain.
Shattered dreams.
Crushed love.
No one left
to share feelings.
Pen bled out
the inflicted pain.
Ink spilled out
the unspoken words.
To stop me
from destroying myself.
I started writing
to express myself.

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Your Betrayal
My Lonliness
Your Negligent
My Emptiness
Made me Write

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If you want to know,I'm unable to say it.
Because I really don't know what made me write.I didn't know that I could write.I love to read.But when I write I feel some connections with my soul.I know I made mistake,some people always checked my grammatical errors.But I'm not any professional writer,I write only to find some happiness of mine.

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The world,beautiful,and all that it offers,
Many similar perspectives or those you differ,
Visions as we call,could not be known,
If you donot wish to look beyond your own,
Same goes with me and what made me write,
All expressions,feel, there piled up in mind ,
Have got this lovely platform and I let it all unwind.

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There were those flamboyant university days
where most of my friends were into poetry writing.
There was amalgamation of English, Hindi, Urdu and Punjabi writings mostly.
Also, somewhere Sufi music was enchanting my mind.
As reading was my favourite pastime,
I have been too fond of reading quotes and dark poetry.
This all lead me into content writing
However, sudden change in my profession made me a little away from writing
But, thanks to yourquote which is now my treasured place to be

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Several breakdowns later,
one fine day,
I took control,
of my then desolate life.
I started small,
and took refugé in writing,
to share my pain,
and spread smiles,
smiles,
which were nowhere near me.
But now,
several months later,
writing has become a part of me,
an identity,
which am proud of,
and I am happier,
my life is finally seeing sunshine,
the clouds of despair are now far away,
and writing for me,
will always keep on doing the same.

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Sometimes a friend is more or less a parasite..
Someone like you is like the first rain,
Enough for someone droughty like me.
You taught me that I wasn't ruined at writings,
Just aligned a bit differently.
You led my pen bleed rainbows,
But may be the best piece is not out yet.
You were my first land where my flaws
Weren't counted and my silence was trusted..
You made me kindle my poetry even more
Than that of the sober inside me
You led my words evoke emotions,
YOU made me write!!

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I am writing
for the love of writing

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Cloud of darkness,
Rain of despair,
Soul destroyed to a million pieces,
In dire need of someone,
I hold onto the most closest thing,
A pencil,
A notebook,
Helped me cry without crying,
Kept hiding my emotions locked in pages,
And that's how i started writing..

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