Its better to
Bleed my pen to death
Than my heart.

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Hey universe,
Stop renaming
'This is not a Coincidence'
Phase of my life to
To
'This is just a Coincidence'
Shut up and move on phase.

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Gracefully letting go
And
Childishly screaming for it.

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Aren't you exhausted,
always seeing you,
from other people's lens?
For once,
Try to take yourself in
With your own eyes.
Take in all your beauty
With all those pretty flaws.
Take in all your light
With all those silent darkness.

For your flaws and darkness
Makes you whole,
And its never an option
For someone to enjoy
Only your beauty and light.

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That no matter how independent
I believe myself to be
the tiniest corner of my heart
Aches for external love.
Somedays it cracks open, bleeds,
And looks up for someone,
Someone,
To check on me.
If no one shows up
The crack intensifies,
It breaks up,
And nicely shatters
Infront of the next person
Who shows teeny bit of attention.
That whiny bastard
Then heals,
Slipping comfortably
into the Self-reliant mode,
Until the next meltdown.

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The sun is more biased,
During the Golden hour.
He chooses few plants over others
And paints them golden.
Unlike the afternoon Sun, Which blazes,
Setting anything & everything ablaze.

The golden hour son then orders
the wind to blow,
The blowing wind makes the
Goldent tinted plants to dance,
Showcasing a spotlight,
Filled with dancing golden plants.
Feeling satisfied by this show
The sun calls it a day
and sets peacefully.

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Without unlearning the lesson.

My poor mind tends to forget the lesson
In the long process of forgiving.
By the time I am fully ready to forgive
My mind would have
completely numbed the pain
Caused by them.

So, I always end up forgiving
And Forgetting.
And would finally get Fooled,
Again.

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"You know whats so cool about us?"

"Umm....We love to solve our problems."

"Exactly, we dont have a problem in solving our problems."

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One Fine Sunday Noon
//Caption

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I let him go,
He isnt Bad
But the timing is.

She won him over,
At his right time.

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