A Cliche when I can be a Novel.

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Don't shy away from being You.
The imperfectly perfect you.

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As the day ends,

Glow like the pastel sky;
In hues of pink and purple.

Show your goodness is still alive,
Even after burning in the orange light.

Done and dusted after the day's demand
Be vibrant and mystique like the pastel sky.

Waiting for the moon and stars to arrive,
I show the way to the birds back home.

Filled with clouds like cotton candies,
I am the pastel sky for your delight.

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fight all the battles. Sometimes, you need to be quiet and lose some battles. To choose your inner peace over winning any point.

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Savory without flavor and
Dessert without sweetness.

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Write what comes to your mind;
Elaborate your emotions, and
Release tornado in the words you decide.

Pour out your heart;
Your thoughts, fears and doubts.
Make the pages your meditation ground.

Relax the hussle;
between your mind and heart.
See the anwers illuminate before your eyes.

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we are walking machines.

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Be passionate about your life;
paint it with the colors of your dreams.

Let Red be your courage,
Violet for your royalty,
where Yellow depicts radiance.
And Black be the determination,
to achieve for dreams.

Show your mood in
Pastels, pink, teal, and blues.

Paint your life with the color of your choice;
Remain unstirred by opinions flowing wide.
Pick up the brush draw strokes as of you like;
At the end, living is an art,
and you're artist of your life.

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A woman who reads;
becomes a woman who thinks.
Who has opinions,
Who questions norms,
Who fight for her rights,
Who stands for others alike.

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Curse of being a woman in your thirties is that your family and society think of you as a product with an expiry date, which should be moved out of the shelf before it is of no use.
You are not a human with feelings, but just a thing. The moment you stand up for yourself then you are the bad guy.They fire you with the bullets of emotional drama and manipulation, and you end up questioning your own sanity.
Is freedom to live your life is too much to ask for?
Why a woman's happiness is not of any importance?
Why fighting for her self-respect and right to choose are considered as sins?
Why her opinions are considered as disregards?

Can't we choose happiness and independence over ticking the check box set by the society?

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