Love another day, just one more time.
Till you can’t see the creases 
That make up the distance between you both,

Till roses don’t stop smelling of
Blood and heartbreak,

Till the morning sun feels warm on your skin
But doesn’t burn it,

Till there’s fire and smoke all around
But a carpet of orchids in bloom is all you see.

Love another day, and another, and another...
Till it bleeds you dry and you’re left gasping for breath,

Till it spins you around, mocks you and,
Threatens to swallow you whole.

Till you’re tired, disenchanted, emptied…
But alive to start again.

Love another day, 
But remember to pick another fool.

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"Stop leaving behind parts of you in "happiness" that has long since left you. Your bliss is where your both your feet are."

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Phir ajnabi jaise
Haath milayenge
Nayi kahani
rachayenge
Hum tum sa ek khwab
kam dekhenge
Jab tum miloge

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Here I sat
Weaving words on to
Blank pages with my
Favorite type fonts
Wanting to die of heartbreak,
When over thinking
About a sucky job
And a suckier boss
And the cat and
My social media stats
the rash on my thigh
That weirdo aunty
Giving me the side eye
My unborn kid
And slow-on-the-burn dreams
And my favorite kurta
Tightening at the seams
That took me away instead.

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"Let me down my glass of wine and enjoy my steak," were my grandpa's last words. "I want to soak in what's leftover of spring." He was 94.

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Everywhere I went,
I found a part of me reflected in people's eyes. They may not have said it, but they were all looking for the same things that I was.

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Don't apologize for wearing your heart on your sleeve. Those who've been living in their bodies, yet hiding in plain sight will never get it.

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Chalo
Thode se barbaad hoke hi
Zindagi ko aabaad kar le

Kya pata surang mein hi
Jannat ka raasta milta jaye

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Broken teacup here, messy bed there
A boyfriend on the line who does not care
Bitchy colleagues, backstabbing friends
No idea when the ordeal ends
A victory so slight it lies hidden
Beneath the failure,
Countless plastic smiles covering up
For the unshed tear
Heartbreak that refuses to leave its grip
On me,
As I struggle through life, asking,
"To be or not to be?"
I mumble and I grumble and I roar and cry
But I come back running for my piece of the pie
It lies here, in the rustic pages of my journal
And the blank pages of my screen
Where I unburden my grief
And ask my soul, "how have you been?"
There's no coffee on my desk, my mind's a mad hive
But I write and write
Cause writing makes me feel alive!

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Yun hi tumhen
Kab talak
Taakte zindagi guzarenge

Toh socha tanha
Saweron ko
Khud hi sawarenge

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