Death
The cold breeze blew past the curtains
mingling its way through them.
The tap weeped drop by drop
murdering the deafening silence.
The birds chirped outside the window
giving the chime to his bleeding ears.
Tick tock, tick tock, the clock yelled
hoping someone would reverse it.
The floor was red with his blood
oozing out of his spilled intestines.
Covered with a blanket of bruises,
She lay with her sanity peeled off
from every inch of her skin.
Broken, Severed and Battered,
His fingers crawled their way through
to feel her for the very last time
only to touch her lifeless body.
Even though he was the survivor,
his soul died alongwith her!!

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The life of a survivor

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And after everything,
they say that CBSE is an easy medium
of achieving too good marks.

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You emerge as SURVIVOR when
the fabric of hope is stitched together
with thread of love aided with
the needle of willpower.

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Yes, the rains won't end;
Yet I won't stop, either.

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"That coffee was the worst nightmare "
She said, a Blind date rape survivor

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Do-Over

Let's have a do-over
and this time, I'll do it right.
Let's have a do-over
and this time, I'll roll the dice.

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// Farewell //

बिना बताए ही सही,
लेकिन चले तो गये हो..
तबसे जाना की दर्द को संभालके नहीं
बल्कि सजाके रखना भी मुमकिन है।

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The game is not yet over.
She is not the loser.

The childhood days passed with silence;
She was been through so much violence,
Fighting the dispute of great threat,
With none other than but herself.

The battle she had was of her alone
Being hit with thoughts and illusions.
Heart screaming with mind playing
A miserable time she was having.

Surviving so long of pain and silence
Walking lone on the way with a wrack.
Finding a reason who could make her live
Someone held her tiny hand from back.

The crowd was unknown but not was he
Who promised to walk holding her miles.
Star changed there path and likewise,
So did he changed her life to a mere smile.

So glare her life became, as darkness even hid;
And gently he turned out to be the entirety.
Not he is a part but the most eminent whole,
Wandering hand in hand the glorious journey!

Those were the days of love, care and promises
But now are the days of hate, regret and betray.
The one who had promised to hold those hands
Forever, made it loose and almost moved away.

Now,
She is not the loser, but not even the winner;
She was the survivor, is a survivor and 'll remain,
Both in reality and fantasy
Or Maybe in our memories!

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The fabric of hope is
stitched together with
you and your happiness.

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