You are the amphibious boat stuck between land and sea,
That has traversed through Monday blues and Tuesday hues
Now you're preparing to lower the anchor,
And propel through the tides of Thursday
And brisk through the winds of Friday
To curl into the shore of Saturday
And swaddle in the warmth of a Sunday.

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Conversations.
Conversations that spark a fire of thoughts,
Conversations that chisel life out of your soul.
Conversations that breaks you, assembles you and builds a stronger you.
I believe in that power of conversations.

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acceptance and adherence, not only of another person but also your inner self.

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Lies

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Piece by piece
He took away all my peace.
Peace by peace
I glued all the pieces together.
Only to realise
How much ever I try,
There will always be a
missing piece,
There will always be,
missing peace.

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How every thread of this cloth has your laugh embroidered and stains of our love that remained. This one was lying right at the back like a relic of our long forgotten love. It smells of broken smiles and hollow promises now. Yet again, I place it back in the almirah without a crease or fold, like I never wore it.

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...You walk abreast with me till I learn to pick up all my stars of happiness and etch each one back onto my skin and sing lullabies of tomorrow's glory, so that I sleep in peace today...
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We are like that glass of water we keep talking about,

Half-full

Half-empty.

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Let's run away,
To a land far away.

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I refuse to love.

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