No matter how hard it is tried ,
How pure feelings being present,
It is the people and the way they interpret ,
Not that you are wrong always but
How you are not understood
and
your essence is poisonous they exclaim !
Are you able to proof your stance ,
No ways coz the being you aren't, is living in someone else's brain .
So with all that you have let not 'them' decide my friend
Because , the People today are so distant ,
Live it you will die a day
People are at times God's blessing and many a times Evil's presentation that they exist '

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Beginning with the doubts and unconcious desire ,
The time passed made me more confident and way more bolder ,
How I no longer let talks get on my mind and people on vein ,I consider it as the biggest achievement,
Not at all considering it as losing emotions or no longer do I not get hurt ,
But now it's more selective and wiser where to act ,
Through the tears , smiles, laughter and all that I might have faked ,
Grew through it all as the date now change .
To my clear concise and a proper behave ,
The dates through than till now made me my bit better self ,
To walk and pave and repeat till the day of judgment , with all the flaws , faults and emotional drifts
I accepted me in my natural self !

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The moon embracing the breeze,
All solace , a loners appease,
Here and there wandering in the sky,
Asking the clouds hey, is it exactly the time ,
The time , for me to finally disappear and have my own space ,
To just not let people look at the scars , that I myself embrace ♡
Oh , they pulled me down for whole the life , saying the light itself is not mine ,
They who know nothing about shine ,
Claims me being not enough to be belonged to the sky.
To all those who say this "no-I-can't" bizzare,
You are not needed , I now know how to embrace and believe the beauty of scars and the soul that Carries spark .
So you Mind the fact that This moon Absorbs the light to beautify the world and owes nothing to any celestial there .

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Not as that of Sun to the moon,
That like of the rainbows and skies too close .
The love that is unavailable in forms , that could be just felt and not blabbed of .
The existence of mine is cherished where , the departure let the set ,
There where the scene is me being the protagonist!
Amidst the Sky and land somewhere where is abandoned.
A life that gives butterflies to the feels ,
There where exist no heals!
The mountains beauty fades , may be something much more beautiful than the heavens grace .
And than when I close my eyes and bid Adieu, a smile saying she is going to live a life away too.
I need no palace, just some hearts to bid me farewell with no tears and wrench but them knowing that the life aftermath would be a new start .
And I resting assured that I left traces mine somewhere where I will be living even when I died .

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To whomsoever reading this ,
Eventually all of us are down about something or the other , probably comparing lives , willing to be someone we aren't, but why exactly! If you are not the real you for whom this grief is for ?
Change for good , to keep yourself happy honestly pleasing people brings no good. Say No to conversations,breathe, laugh and feed your soul with positivity . Indeed you always can't be but being pessimist bring no real good.
Beautiful reader your soul will heal , but make sure to love yourself more than you do to the world.
Take your time . Its okay to doubt , to cry, to drain but its important to get up from the phase or you are nothing but dead .
Prioritize yourself , care for yourself , respect yourself and than only you can do to the world . May we all transist for good and not for that we don't fit in some people's definition.
Keep growing.
Keep loving .
Keep healing .
With love

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No words to ears ,
No matter to appear,
To hide behind , to mask up and smile ,
No it's not that clear .
No talks craved , No laughter plays ,
No assurances of having things near ,
Dusky and unclear the phase Approching is not a summarized fear .
No , no longer it's not safe here and there,
All it seeks is their's ,there exist no you to be anywhere .
No it's not any note to complain ,
No this is not the domain ,
Neither I belong here , I must be somewhere amidst some more Diluted world .
But no , that's the stage and am cosplayer so no longer I say no ,
All it ends with the words , it's okay, life is the journey of no flower beds but thorns to bear !

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The light belongs to sun , loved is the moon , weird it is how it is hushed knowing it all.
Weird are the tones , the vocals and rhymes , why mere words don't suffice?
Weird is the fact that loved is the breeze , hated is Gust , they belongs to one origin yet !
Weird is love , how it belongs to none ,
Weird is care , reciprocates to just known .
Weird are emotions to flow as fluids ,
How unspoken they remains at the end.
Weird are the expectations, weirder the relations , how you seek understanding from some un understood herd .
All in the end is a note to be stranger !
Weird is how the support is from distant , hatred is near ,
Weird is how you speak hell and even , but know nothing about delivered.
Weird is the togetherness , why then the separation exist ,
Weird is the destiny, that belongs to you but never favored the wish .
Weird is the writer , weird is her writing ,
She wrote alot came to no conclusion at the end .
Weird is me and just me to imagine this thing!

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I dreamt last night ,
There were no murders or criminal scenes being precise .
Neither I dreamt about some so called prince on the white horse or the chariot, nor that I was flying in the sky with unicorns by my side .
It was suttle yet shattered me till the core ,
I dreamt about my closest people , who left me at the door of death.
Oh, it's no fiction just reality in dreams ,
I cried and begged for help ,
I felt so hapless after I woke up you see .
All I wonder how for the minutest problems I was there for people , how they left me on the shore of troubles.
I was breathless in the dream , they made me count how they are surviving their stories.
At least let me live than I would hear ,
I honestly had no shoulders I am clear .
I wept and cried , breathless unable to walk , than I consoled myself saying this is life , it is how you are just at the platter to be used .
I am horrified yet , because I heard the saying goes like " The dreams of morning are acquaintance to truth "

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Often I fall apart ,
Seldom I doubt ,
Why me , it is all about!
If only I don't fit in , or I don't belong to,
Why am I alien , in the folk of the known?
If only I don't deserve or I carry no guts ,
Why is it after all the love , the back stabs I got .
Dusk to dawn and dusk again ,
All I did is question this instinct,
They say optimism is all one need to be ,
Only if they cleared , if there's some par or the end to sufferings and grieve.
Yet I tried and kept it all at place ,
Shocked was I, when all I was left with nothing but empty space .

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The rhymes and the hymns,
The priest and clowns,
Are they same as they sound ?
A bird born now and the bird that flies ,
Are they same on the ground?
A face that smile and heart at solace ,
Are they same at a glance ?
A difference I carry a difference you do ,
Let's be cordial where we don't fit into .

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