What is it with November and the weather!
No sun, no shine,
No flowers, no birds,
All gray and dismal,
Clouds closing in,
Leaves falling by,
They force you to ponder,
On your life, on your thoughts,
On all you gained, on all you lost,
Is it because it is that time of the year,
Overtly nostalgic, overtly distant,
Or is it the realisation dawning,
Of yet another year passing by,
With unachieved dreams,
With unapologetic decisions,
With unspoken words,
And a million lessons learnt!
Each November a constant strife,
To refrain from putting oneself on the scales,
To love the you changed as you are,
To thank the nature for the blessings you have,
Whoever said gray was dull,
It's a palette in itself,
Each shade of gray,
A memory to cherish,
To reflect, to ramify
To love,to leave,
Oh November, what an enigma you are!

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I walked past the park and thought of the little clown we bought. Wasn't I supposed to be happy, why does it feel as if I am getting stabbed? The kids playing on the merry go round reminded me of the tornado you made, leaving me all dusty and dizzy. Shouldn't I have been laughing, why do my eyes seem moist! Do you remember the sky touching swings? Of the time when you flew to touch the skies, when I nudged you higher. Well, we always were different weren't we, one reaching for the stars and the other a guide to the stars. It was never the number of mangoes we plucked that made me happy, but your ecstatic narrations about how high you climbed and the struggles you faced that got me beaming.
You never really figured it out did you! Then again that was the whole act, you the bright shining moon and I the deep dark night.

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Each new day started with a yearning,
Your soft touches, our clumsy dances,
You were my angel, my happy pill,
Or so I believed,
All the love now washed away,
When you washed away those innocent souls,
Why do you lash out at the meek,
Lives holding on to a tiny strand of hope,
Were you always this demon?
Who shall answer to the cries of those you ruined!
Years of blood, sweat and tears all washed away by your arrogance,
The lives you stole, the dreams you shattered,
Who shall give them back!
Conceit and vanity is all you own!
Cries and destruction is all you offer,
How deluded must you be to dream of being loved again!

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The light that makes you shine can destroy you
The darkness that scares you can comfort you
The chocolate can be the poison
The poison can be the antidote
The castle can be your prison
The prison can be your home
Step away from the light
Quit your chocolates
Leave your castles
Before you lose your treasures
Life is too short and fleeting
Brace yourselves and wisen up
Reality has the colour of roses
But never smells like roses

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THEY taught us that
White stood for peace,
Black stood for death,
Red stood for love

What THEY forgot to teach was
It was Green who protected us
While White was busy
spinning webs of lies
It was Red flowing down those streets
When Black was brutally tortured

THEY taught us wrong and
WE never paused to rectify!

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Love isn't just the heart melting songs and cheesy dialogues.It is a home with two pillars that supports, cares and trusts the other even when they are apart, spreading the warmth and happiness. Your love is our strength to withstand all the storms. Keep loving, teasing and cherishing each other in all the lifetimes to come.
Happy anniversary Tom and Jerry!

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To my little one,
Each time I found myself at a crossroad, you were there to lead the way. Each time I stumbled on the rocks of life, you were there with outstretched hands. Ever bearing to my incessant ramblings, impulsive decisions and the constant mood swings. When I play the tapes on loop, you've always been the one to remind me to create a brand new one. The one with a scientific explanation to all my absurdities. The string that loosens when the kite wishes to soar but enough to keep it flying steadily for a very long time. Gratefulness for the wonderful things that we own is something that we forget in the walk of time. You're always in those shadows waiting for the alarms to rush to my rescue. You've taught me that beautiful things are not always glittery and showy they can also be a 200 pound angel wrapped in fresh linen with shiny eyes and a beautiful heart. Thank you for being there for me even when you never realised or when I forgot to thank you enough for your very presence.
Te amo

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The boy was weeping by the windowsill when he saw the little firefly. Captivated by her charm, he kept her in a jar. Happy to see him smiling she shined brighter than ever. The brighter her light, the closer her death. Unaware of her future she dreamt of his smile, as she shined the last. No burials, no longings thrown away into the nowhere the firefly now realised those smiles were never for her.

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Not every book with a catchy cover and a wonderful epilogue is worth being read thoroughly,
sometimes the dullest of shades and the sincerity of the words is what leads you to the end

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Noise. Flashlights. Empty promises.
Voices receeding, cries unheard,
And it's Silence.

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