Sometimes you don't want to reply to anyone. Sometimes you want to leave people on read and don't want to react. Sometimes you just don't want to participate in any conversation.

Everything else just becomes noise when some inner dialogues are happening. That is the most important conversation to have. Is it not? Who else can say anything more relevant?

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Lockdown
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I am Peter Pan,
I am Alice in wonderland.
I am castaway,
My mind is a mysterious Iceland.

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Have you ever experienced that golden glow inside you?
It is neither a burning afternoon nor an evening. Half of the window curtains flutter with an unexpected breeze. The rays find a way to sneak in but they are not blazing fire anymore. They drench your whole house in golden hues. Have you ever felt that breeze? That sudden positivity that sneaks up on you for no particular rhyme or reason? You are magically convinced in such moments, though things are bleak they won't always be!
I wish I could capture such moments and share them like a story.

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Why should a tree regret the lack?
Are there only flowers and fruits to life? look around, even the leaves are divine.

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People make rules
People decide standards
People decide size
People divide you by colors
It has been working for years
Why suddenly the tune is different?
Why ruffle feathers?
Why not accept what has been offered?
Why do you risk your peace for things that are impossible?
Just bow down, stop complaining
Smile and shut up nothing is changing

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Most fears are of the unknown and some fears are of the obvious!

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Masks and crowds are synonyms now
After a while they are hard to breathe in
To breathe free
Solitude is the solution

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In your mind, you decide to grow up
You tell yourself a thousand time
The world is running on wheels of common sense
Youth is not a thing to pine about
Then in this rational equation waltz in your irrational, unreasonable, untamable, unpredictable, stupid heart
It drags your mind along on the dreamy path
It makes you want things that you are not cut out for
It makes you freefall hoping you land on a cloud
Then you hit a rock bottom and breaks ever so fragile heart
Leaving your mind with a self consoling line, "it wasn't that bad at all"

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After a while,
eyes get used to darkness too
Stumbling and fumbling stops
Corners and edges hurt you in the past
Become the guides of your unlit path
Does that mean you don't wish for light?
Can blindness ever be a conscious choice?

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