In another universe,
I meet myself
when I am a child.
We play hide and seek in a park,
giggling when I catch her in my arms.
I take her to see the fair
And I tell her all she can be,
tell her its okay to deep breathe,
tell her books are all time friends,
She laughs and hold my hands
She jokes and says, 'What if I become nothing?'
I tell her,
its okay to be one of a kind,
Its okay not to fit in, its okay to be odd
Its okay to be everything others are not.
I hug her for one last time,
Embracing all her unshaped edges.
I wish the World could have done that to her,
hugged her tight,
not allowing her tears to escape.
I wish she laughed a bit more
before the Universe shaped her smile. -Massa

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Train rides, oh what a representation of life
Loops of grief, and monotonous love.

And the days of immense tiredness,
the ride stirrs, jerks, and shows the way to move-
faster, knocking the nerves, jerking unconsious thoughts away.

And the days of sickness, when eyes droop down
It reminds us of the five minutes of leasure walks
and how simple acts makes us happy
when forced to sit through the day.

What a heavenly lesson the train teaches us!
To look from where we rose, and give ourselves credit,
not allowing us to look up and droop down.

And I sit to glare and think often
how full the train must've been
to unite and break down families, to carry hope
and shatter some love, to hold one's hand
and to let go of some.

Oh what a ride it is, to teach us the cycle of life, of love, of grief, of pleasure and dismay. - Massa

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When I grow up,
I will tattoo HOPE
on my arms,
So that when people leaves
I will still have hope lingering onto my skin.

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I lost to myself. I lost myself.

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If love needed a proof
I would have happily tattooed their tears
when I have a phobia of needles.

If love needed a proof
I would have ran across the countries, jumped across
the barriers to hold them before they falls.

If love needed a proof
I would have traded all my bets, all my emotions
to see them smile.

If love needed a proof
I would have stopped the time
and make it last, for a minute more,
to see the spark in your eyes, to see you smile.

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My mother, once pointed out the fact to me, that memories are like the Sun, bright, warm and feels like hope. But at the end of the day, the Sun needs to set. And it's fully up to you that you will remorse for the last day's Sun or enjoy the next day's. Last year during December, I started loving the Sun and when 31st came, I was sad. I missed the thought that one more year passed away. December sets in today, and 31st too will come in a few more days and I will regret letting the Sun to set. I will regret not controlling myself from the 1st day of January, I will regret for mistaking my life as the Sun. Because, the Sun has to set, and memories are just like helium gases. Oops, another year ended on a whim! Except the fact, that last year I had fear of losing everything and this year I have nothing to lose.

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And of all the habits I have seen,
dying more than once was the most tiresome of all.

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And of all the wars I have seen
losing me to myself was the destructive of all.

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Unsure to remember the people,
made vows to cherish the memories forever.

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And as I saw the Sun go down, it wasn’t just a sunset to look at,
there was more…

With the ray being milder,
I realised hope wasn’t like the Sun at all
Hope was ice,
it melts showing stages of grief.

With the throbbing being harder,
I realised pain wasn’t cold at all,
It was the sunset
showing hues before it goes black.

And oh life, of all the love you
shown, this had the prettiest of hue.

And oh life, of all the grief I have seen,
falling for this, was the saddest of all.

~The sky was orange, I was flying. Night seeped in, hope was dying.

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