I've only lost the things that were working to make my life haphazard to heinous in lieu of valuing my life a bit precious!

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L I F E

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हम बिकते तो बहुत सस्ते हैं,
मगर हर एक को कहां मिलते हैं?
जिन्हें मिलते भी हैं,
वो बीच रास्ते में ही छोड़ देते हैं।।

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Things we lose & gain,
Life is a beautiful train...

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He left the home. His memories stayed. The walls have started talking. The heart has started becoming house...

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Dear Mom & Dad,
Although I'm working, smiling, eating, meeting people & performing my duties but no one misses both of you more than me on this planet. I feel all things lost but people want me to believe that time will heal this loss.
I feel, No time can heal this loss ever.
I will always miss the way we share everything, now every achievement and happiness is incomplete for me.

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Sunsets remind me of you
Sunrise reminds me of myself

Words remind me of you
Silence reminds me of myself

Moon reminds me of you
Shooting stars remind me of myself

Broken promises remind me of you
Your memories remind me of myself

Metaphors remind me of you
Unassuming emotions remind me of myself...

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🍗CHICKEN🍗
🍗Mrs. Ricken cooked chicken🍗
🍗entered quicken Mr. Dicken in kitchen🍗
🍗lil Bicken risen quicken with tang of given chicken🍗
🍗ten Kittens in Dicken home love Ricken's kitchen chicken🍗
🍗shared given thicken chicken among all sweeten kittens🍗
🍗Mr. Dicken and Bicken finished chicken in quicken🍗
🍗then in binge had eaten tangerine ripen🍗
🍗listen songs with Mrs. Ricken🍗
🍗CHICKEN🍗

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I kept 'losing' people i loved..
Now i wonder
If it has been my 'curse' or my 'super power'..

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In the marshland of anatomy,
The lips drenched in multicolour poetry.
The drips of paint from the brush-tips ,
Carelessly bowing down the plumped little peaks.
The art of perfection chiselling ,
And lipsticks deliciously pouring hues of love.

On the caramel skin the intricate details,
Are paved through lipsticks dark and deep.
The seductive play fabricated in ,
Colours scarlet, crimson or grey.
Colour blind in eternal pigments ,
The soul craved kisses in fragments.

A gentle kiss, a prelude
To enticing acts and exotic musings.
With every ride on the lips ,
The hues fell apart.
The contagious acts of caresses,
Created ruins of lipstick .

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