Beneath my lonely sky
with flurries picturing pearls on the ground,
with chord pulling themselves into a beautiful song,
Thoughts felt solace with enchanted words,
Engraving itself into my secret canvas,
To be treasured forever.

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Life is not about
Mystery but miracles;
Life is not about
Permission but passion;
Life is not about
Attitude but abundance;
Life is not about
Money but memories;
Life is not about
Territory but travel;
Life is not about
Sin but smile;
Life is not about
Fear but fight;
Life is not about
Universe but you.
©vaigai_yokar

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One day
you would shift to a beautiful place,
Where you don’t belong and nobody knows your name,
you would find yourself a flat with beautiful walls and a empty space,
You would unpack those heavy bags and try to put everything on place,
Hoping to feel home
you would have spent a day!
One day,
you would just wake up for a bit of sunshine and a cup of coffee ,
With the smile on your face
you would carry your journal to the nearby library,
siting near the glass panes you would write,
And people would wonder who’s she and would ask your name,
Answering you would have spent a day!
One day,
In those weekend vibes
you may rush to a bar nearby
where some men would offer you drinks and you would enjoy.
You would walk back home alone with a smile.
Happily you would have spent a day!
One day,
Everyone in the street may know your name and you would know their story,
One day the empty space would be filled with smiles and cheers,
One day the flat would feel home and place would be fine.
Wondering the beauty of life you would have lived a day!

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Yet an another day ended
with loneliness as constant
and people as variable.

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Remember!
The beautiful face which once enslaved your heart,
That charming smile which echoed within you for hours,
Those mesmerising eyes which would awaken your soul.
That was all devastated by a rejection!
Being a devil,
The chauvinist within you would have made her faceless.
But oh boy!!
you might have cut down her wings and shredded her dreams,
But she was a warrior who had claws!
She would still climb heights
which your corrupted soul would never sustain.

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The heart that loves is always left wondering

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Write it down
Bottled up feelings will linger.

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His love was
her beautiful daydream
which,
turned into her
worst nightmare.

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there is a part of my soul ,
struck in the door,
holding onto grudges from the past,
which loves to feed on my sleep in the dark.

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Challenge is the beautiful accessory worn only by passionate people.

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