If it is about creative writing, no one can spill blue on paper without scraping some red off their soul in lieu of words.

It is an offering one has to agree to, an inevitable barter!

The more you write, the more your soul is exposed to extremities of the world. With time, numbness replaces palpitations, and a straight face displaces the twitches...

The twinkling of stars, after all, is a mere by-product of the inferno they hold within!

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It is difficult, sometimes, to wrap your head around blatant stupidity and yet keep your ethics intact

Sometimes it helps to let go of macros lens, and look at the bigger picture

To understand, what matters
And what doesn't!

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The light you radiate might not always be yours
Let it not coerce you into believing that your shine got lost
The one whose light is shining upon you tonight, might've gotten it from someone else

We all are suns and moons in some sense
Celestial beings bound by gravity
Traveling into nothingness

And yet,
Sharing light
Shining bright!

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Power is overrated...

If you believe you are powerful, wait till you find the eyes which see beyond your fragile mask

The facade will start to melt, giving away the wounds concealed beneath layers and layers of character built to fool the world into believing you are better

The mirror starts to show the cracks you forgot ever existed

Eventually you are left with the one who started it all, the pure unaltered YOU!

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Undulations always scare
Whether of the unknown path ahead
Or of the deep rooted memories that shape you

They give you purpose too
To work your way around various crests and troughs
To keep the strong face intact, and the mask unfrisked


They give you sleepless nights
And zombied days
But, undulations develop character...!

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When it's about choosing between the people you care for and the values you hold close to you like your existence, what do you end up doing?

Hurting them!

Or hurting yourself, which eventually leads to hurting them...

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When you are low and down and feeling lost in the wilderness

Remember, there is a homing device deeply engrained in each one of us.. The soul we carry. It pulls us towards the destination, every minute of every lifetime we spend on the physical plane.

You will eventually find your way, just be mindful of what your inner voice tells you. Block the outside noise and listen to the silence within.

Eventually, the dark clouds will give way to sunshine. The path will become clear, and you'll find your way home!

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Belief!

I believe you...
Easier said than done, especially when the tides are against you.

Belief tests in ways that make you question everything you once stood for, all that made the basic premise of your value system.

It crushes you under its enormous weight
Burns you down to the innermost layer
Pushes you down the highest cliff
Sweeps you off your feet

And while you gasp for that last breath, it whispers unswervingly into your soul...

BELIEVE ME, AND YOU'LL BE FREE!

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Dark

While I might never be able to say those exact words that comfort you in your weakest moments

I promise to be the silent heart that comprehends your pain and share a bit of your baggage

For life might be all about sunshine and sharing joy with the world, but it is always the affliction that lingers on when the night is at its darkest...

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What is growing up to do with ageing?

And if the two are not connected, who are we to tell the young ones that one matures only with experience!

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