Amber, she murmured,
Eyeing me warily,
In a daze, but still hopeful,
Often disappointed, still reaching for me,
Urging her nurse not to correct, I nodded.

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She's the potter, I am the pot!

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the weight of some unreturned calls,
prints of my fingers that hovered over some memories,
the reminders that keep me from losing myself into nothingness,
Some snaps that help me snap out of the idea of not wanting to live anymore!!

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Love
is like
Kintsugi, it repairs!

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When words are spelt out to revenge,
Not to express!

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First they kill the authenticity inside you, and then talk about how important it is to be the real you.

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The transition to adulthood really plays with the mind.
It takes time to realise how everything you do starts to have an impact and can't be just simply shoved off by saying "he/she is just a kid".
It's the realisation that being an adult does not give you some superpower to mend things.
It does not come with a guarantee card that you are not going to mess up things. It's simply the time to come forward and take the responsibility of it.
Everything is still the same around you but ironically everything changes too.
Apparently, the transition is a process but the realisation really hits you hard at some moment and that's the moment when you truly enter into adulthood, leaving behind a rigid child who goes into hiding but stays a part of you.

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If getting numb on your emotions is a technique, then I can say, I've mastered it.

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how we both got acquainted,
I know it is its aversion to speak,
something that I like the most about it,
It does not say anything,
and neither do I,
It just stares deep into my eyes,
peruses me, and does exactly what I want,
caresses me with its cold still fingers,
soothes me with its calming silence,
and stays there by my side till the first ray sneaks through the curtains,
Darkness often refuses to talk about,
how helpless it feels, just the way I do,
when it reluctantly untwines my feeble fingers,
says, 'it's time', and wains over the horizon,
It never shows but I know I ain't the only one who sobbed,
each time it leaves, I feel the moistness in the air,
and that's when the longing starts,
the phase of separation seems to last longer than a year,
with each glaring beam, with each shrieking voice,
my desperation shots up,
and just when I'm about to lose it all,
It whispers, 'I'm here! ', tucking back a strand behind my ear.

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I used to get scared a lot, then things changed,
Now, I'm scarred enough to get scared!!

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