तुम ही रख लो सेवइयां और बिरयानी,
इस ईद मुझे बस मेरा चाँद चाहिए।

– पलक

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We were living in the same world
yet one day our worlds got completely changed.
We are living in a world where we are not "we" anymore.

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We are not in contact anymore, we don't chat like we used to.
But who said we don't talk?
We talk, listen to each other everyday. Every night.

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To the girl who will love you after me,

I hope he doesn't talk about me
when you ask him about true love.
I hope you find him healed from
all his wounds of past love.
I hope your love for him surpasses mine,
and he gives you back even more love.
I hope my memory serves as a reminder of growth
and not burden on your journey of love.
I hope I am not a trouble when you
try to make him believe in it again,
in love.

- The one who loved him first

- Palak

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All these social media apps in my phone
and I still look out for the notes one to write to you.

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They call me indecisive.
Yes, I can't decide between never wanting to see you again
And looking for you everywhere I go.

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In bright sunshine, silent tears betray,
Whispering your name, something they convey.

Each breath I take carries the blame,
Yet, at dusk, our souls feel like twin flame.

Under sunset hues, our spirits meet,
Talking till our love feels bittersweet.

Come at night, I'd reach for your hand,
For the dance our ghosts do, unplanned.

Then around 3 am, I'd dream about you.
And in my heart I know so do you.

I'd wake up again and relive the same day,
Until I overcome the fear of us fading away.

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अब तो शिवरात्रि भी आ गई,
तुम कब आओगे मुझे मेरे व्रत का फल देने?

– पलक

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In whispers of a cold breeze your memory stays near,
lke songs that are sweet, but brings a tear.
They say love never fades, but my heart's pain
proves otherwise; it still bears your name.

Your absence is a dark heavy shade,
keeps reminding me of pictures that won't fade.
I'm caught in thoughts of what we could've been,
lost in a love story turned tragic, unforeseen.

I forgot how does happiness sound
the sound of our laughters nowhere to be found.
In this sad world, where loners brew,
unloving is a myth 'cause I still ache for you.

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Kintsugi -
A Japanese art of reparing broken
objects, ceramic pottery, or glass.
Gold is used to join the shards together.













We all are looking for our human-gold.
Someone to fill our broken pieces with love, making it more beautiful and valuable than before. We all are kintsugi.

- Palak

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