a reason to wake up in the morning. To look forward to each day with mind filled with ideas and heart filled with contentment.

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When art is a medium of escape. An escape from the striking reality of ignorance, unwantedness, lovelessness and mostly invisibility. Art helps me dive deep in my thoughts closing the doors echoing the harshness of reality. It is my safe haven focusing on my peace with each stroke and color. Art cocoons me with the world of imagination. Art is my escape to the nothingness of the blank canvas.

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unread msg.
The time when you ignore my words.
I lost you when the distance and difference heard louder in proximity.
I lost you at seen.

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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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