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A flame that flickered, And a soul that whimpered, A candle that blazed, And a fragrance that raised. The flames were fed the same, But one remained diminished, While the other touched vintage!
I will be me, when world aberrantlywill feel, my gravity!I will turn into my, when their shrill crywill stop asking why!(Poem:Because you so wanna meet me, Book: Ginger and Honey)
Let nothing put me to unease, nothing to deceive.I have conceived, I exist.Because I am blessed, To gather time, in hearing, my breath, so tranquil.To life, I am, thankful.
Distrust won’t do good to you.But still if you ever do.Doubt you husband, Maybe doubt your wife.But never suspect, your kid’s father, or the mother of your child.
Certain voices heardare heardnot becausethey are phonetic...But, from one soulthey head, to another, in the form of magic.(Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)
I wanted to be that, The one which was vast, The one which laughed, The one which surpassed, Yes, which also collapsed.True, it was abstract.I wanted to be that.I still, want to be that!
Embrace your imperfections.Fancy your flaws.Flaunt your blemishes.Adore your birthmarks.Laugh off glitches.Discuss your setbacks.Don’t call your mistakes ‘Regrets’Call them ‘Lessons
Let certain things be uncertain.Appreciate the puzzle that life is, insofar as I know, after a scheme of steps, all Crosswords have a solution, and every Sudoku makes a lot of sense.
Takes birth in me, also, dies in debris.I am a Potpourri.A mix of dead petals, effusing divine fragrance.Walking on the journey, of controversy.I am a Potpourri.
It was in the horizon of existence, that the Big Bang must have created our souls, we loved each other like the plane of time doesn't hold a fleck of control over us.
The sand in the hour glass isn't meant to stick together. It will flow exactly same today, how it did ten years back. That's how much reliable that stuff is. The stuff that can be consistent.
She walks, on the streets, with a face that, doesn't belong.It smiles more than, many put together, whole day long.Her heart misfit, a little chipped.And she likes to, call it once broken, but now stitched.