I wore a mask of destruction.
While my heart was filled with
the mold of the past
and it reeked of abandoned love.
I seemed rude and dangerous.
While I hid the old me who
was too naive for this world
I looked marvellous in new
shades of elegance
While deep inside, it was just scars
and wounds unmended
I appeared successful and strong
While my heart cried in empty rooms
I wasn’t all I was
I am all I didn’t want to feel.

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she felt dizzy with all the feelings
slowly engulfing her.
at some point she wished
if they would stop -
the thoughts and the feelings.
she wished if she didn’t feel
anything at all.

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i don't miss you
who am I kidding?
i miss you when I see happy couples;
their hands intertwined in parks
i miss you when I wake up
knowing you are not here right
beside me to say '5 more minutes'

i miss you at random times of the day
i miss you when I hear someone
talks about warmth, hugs and home
i miss you when I indulge deep into
my phone's gallery
i miss you like you are part of me
i miss you like you are missing from me

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i would be lying if i said -
i did not miss you.
i did miss you and
not you at the same time
i missed the guy
who i thought you were-
a guy completely different
from the person you really were.

~the guy who only existed in my mind

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despite being a writer
i can't write enough
about how much I love you.
no words seem perfect,
and nothing makes the feelings
sound right but,
if i could go back in time
and meet the 22-year-old me again
i would tell her about a guy
who makes her believe in love again
and this time love doesn't hurt

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your arms are where i wanna be
after a long day
your lips are where i find solace.
you make my heart sing
my face a bit more bright
and my mind a lot more light.
i hate the goodbyes
which leaves my heart heavy
even though it's just for some time.

i know this may sound too cringy
for a guy who takes everything
to its practical sense.
but too bad you are stuck
with a romantic who finds poetry
in all the unnamed feelings you give her.

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dear lover,

your absence makes me feel caffeine deprived
-leaving me foggy, gloomy and sad.
i have seen how my eyes light up
when they sense your presence
how they find peace
when they meet yours
how my gloomiess turns into a crazy smile
that makes me look like a mad woman
and how my mouth hurts out of the laughter
how I laugh to your lame jokes,
i dont know
maybe it's your voice
that gives that effect
or is it your love?

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Crush is a beautiful phase until you catch feelings and starts to feel the butterflies again, constantly reading the signs wrong and sending wrong hints. Constantly having the urge to talk to them and stopping yourself thinking 'what if they find out?' Responding late to the texts even though after seeing their text on the notification bar; just playing hard to get. Blushing so hard that you can't stop smiling. You start wondering whether you were this happy or is this the person giving you this crazy feelings. This phase is cool but the fun ends when the feelings are returned.

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Nature reveled in the chaos
with newfound strength and pride
Humans, the dominant force
cowered in fear, locked inside
A tiny virus brought downfall
and death to the human race

Nature flourished, unbounded
unaware of human's might
For since the dawn of sapiens
Humans had claimed the right
To conquer and control, a curse
that threatens all that's wild

Will nature rise again, fierce and strong
And wipe the human stain away?
Bringing peace to the earth at last
Free from those who kill and slay?

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A childhood so brutally taken
In the presence of "so-called" parents
They're there, yet distant and lost in their own thoughts
Desperate for love, ignored like a mere tantrum
Children strive for attention, seeking affection
But often met with cold dismissals and harsh rebuffs
They grow restless, choosing to rebel and break free
Living life on their own terms, seeking happiness and glee
Then the accusatory questions come, tearing them apart
"We gave up everything for you,
Is this the thanks we get from you?"
The children seethe with anger, recalling the past
A stolen childhood, with parents who couldn't make it last.

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