To,
Another unstable soul...
Dear,
If you are...
Wandering here and there...
And wanna gain steadiness....
You can hold my hand...
You will be always...
welcomed by Me

From...
An unstable soul

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There are thousand scars engraved on my body,
And a million more on my soul,
There is agony flowing in my veins,
Don't know how many secrets waiting to surpass threshold.

To all the words that travel their way to throat,
But are blocked from escaping the lips,
To the endless nerves that muster up the strength,
And try in vain to let that is inside to be tipped.

For there are several pages of my book,
That remain unvisited and obsoletely barren,
Or maybe just depletion of some words,
That will fetch a meaning to my story; God knows when.

In the midst of all the shades of pinks and blues,
And the people I am surrounded with; their hues,
In the midst of the gained few and lost more than few friends,
I long to give my wandering supposedly a happy end.

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Sasta wala
Eiffel Tower
😛🤭🙈😬

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People are wandering
for resources,
if you have,
utilise them.

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A wandering mind is as venomous as a wandering spider

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Travelling, Roaming and Wandering all have minor differences but they all carries incomparable joy and learnings.

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Walked away
I walked away , I walked away.
I had a dream to chase.
Ya I was a wondering cloud.
I walked away .
I walked away.
How could I have stayed,
When I'm lost. ....L.o.s.t.
Ya I walked away .
With a broken dream , half a heart .
We didn't had the time.
I walked away.
Terrified , I run and hide.
I walked away .
I walked away in the lonely sky.
In the search of thyself in unfathomable sky.
I walked away.
I walked away.

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While wandering in my dream, someone asked my thoughts, "Did it hurt when you fell down from heaven ?"

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From that cup of our alliance
We drink the Ruby wine
Our souls that were in seeking
Found its meeting divine

In space and time, wandering
A journey of old and new
I dare say I knew about us
Long before I met you.

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I travel.
Because, it's like sensing the
fragrance of floating stories, of
random strangers, driven through
the air. It fills my heart with
thousands of thoughts. It feels like
catching a bunch of
glowing fireflies, inside
a box, called heart.

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