The real feelings
are expressed
by the words unsaid,
the rhymes
are just a diversion.

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Only the Backspace button in Her Mobile, Knows all Her Unsaid Feelings for Him!!!

♡♡♡♡

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The words unsaid
are the eloquent feelings
that tripped
at the altar
of ego.

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MESSAGE FROM THE VALLEY
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Words swirling deep inside,
make them loud enough to be
heard sometimes.
Quietness of this kind, is usually
a sign of a devastating hurricane.

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Sitting in an examination hall, she worried about the questions unasked.

He came and asked.

He got what he asked for and then said,
"Thank you, I knew you could help."

" You're welcome", said she and smiled.

He smiled back and left.

She remains thinking,
"Thanks to you too."

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But, you wouldn't have expected
them to become your sun
if you knew who they become
in the dark.
Equally broken for reasons different,
they too are trying different ways
to find what heals their wounds.
Tarnished by the same life, their
courage to show their scary parts.
How will they stand by your side
when everyone is secretly falling
apart?

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And some times
I can't help but wonder
if I ever cross your mind
in between your priorities
and desires.
An unuttered wish, to rest
in your soul while you show
me bits of you, inhaling my
existence, putting me in the
corner of your heart where
forever exists.

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Words Unsaid

Fate is a tricky play,
every time I separate from you,
Maa, I remember this pain
isn't meaningless.

Your flaws aren't flawless.
Apparent, your wrongs.
As long as your tired face smiles,
I will turn every cut you leave
into a pretty song.

You saved me from my blood,
when life was young.
You failed, endured, you fooled
your tears to stay strong.
Now that senses leave your side
unwarned, sometimes;
I promise to name it Easy, every
road hazy.

Lost in surviving, never really
found each other.
The grey hair reminds me of
the wasted time.
Perfection wasn't for us here,
one day when everything ends,
let's know each other one more time.

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That button gives you backspace
It must give you an access

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Closed the windows,
the air got toxic when
I placed your traces in it.
You still followed somehow,
like you always do, like a mistake
half-repented, half-forgotten.
A part of me is strangely happy, it
remembered it wasn't empty forever.
The other part is accusing me
of keeping alive something that
only killed me.

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