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It was the time when I lost someone. Someone close. As close that,  A piece of heart is gladly torn away. But the remains of it linger on the walls and in the reflections. I have grown up picking all the pebbles of this fort that kept falling off to ground with age. And I willfully started building mine placing each picked up pebble right where it mightttyl ngtttttttt have stood on the old fort. My whole life, this was my ritual. And when its time, The old fort collapsed to the ground unannounced. By then, I barely scratched the surface of its magnificience. I was clueless, as in what to make out of it. I was unaware that out of blue I will have nothing but the traces of it. I had questions. A lot of them. How am I going to build the rest of my fort? Not that I don't have any more pebbles, But who will tell me where goes what? Where to look at when I try to fit in the pieces? And it got interesting when I questioned Why do I even build the fort knowing it will fall off one day? Is ...

Maybe, You were loved before. But never of this sorts. For she will make you feel the way sun kisses the ocean. Like a breeze, slowly, carefully seeping into the thousands of layers you might have built for your self, like the ocean folds itself a million times trying to keep safe what she has been hiding from the world. The Tenderness. Oh she holds a whole life in there. The waves are the shields, constantly rumbling, often frightening. Let me tell you that's just a cover. The surface never settles, does it? And there comes the mighty lord full of light yet ceasing bright. Dqqoes he need the strugg🤗🤗🤑😗🧐le? Can't he just fade away! As if the painted sky isnt just enough! He chooses to break the shackles and touch the ruffles passing on the tint of love on a blurry canvas. No the sky wasn't enough, now the ocean turned into a million tangerines. While the world around was beaming in orange, he who knows where comfort lies, aimlessly immersed into the millionth https://m...

Ironically,  Homes of each other's worlds they are..  Presence around an arm stretch Suddenly seems too much to ask for.  Frowned smiles.. Carried over to farther of miles.  Melancholic eyes blurred in silence.. While the deceptive laughs took the lime light. Isn't it tough!  To not have the privilege of breathing the same air.  To not have a sight of those warm eyes.  To only picture the smiles through the screens.  I mean, How do you ask a bird?  Why does it choose to fly!!,  When the tree just stays there unmoved.  And if the tree has ever answered,  "Why shouldn't she?  For I know, I'm her home that she runs back to After her wings are tired of touching the skies.  Resting those frailing feathers. And what do I get!? The bliss of offering undeniable solace.  "Moments" I call them. " "Moments", they are called.  What else do one live for!?  And so do THEY..

For every hard rock you hit, You wonder Looking back at your choices And the questions of unseen voices.  There you stand, Sternly strong, Feigning ignorance to hurt that sprung.  As if you mastered The act of holding it all together.  Whilst a voice deep from within Keeps whispering loud enough To stop pretending. You wander places, cross streets Run along waters, All in vain With thoughts stuck To the one thing that  you are running away from. The discomfort that never ceases,  The incessant struggle to solicit succour,  And the urge to draw conclusions To get it over with, in a brisk.  They plainly tell you That the more you try to hold it in, The harder it gets. Like a balloon that is filled with air Seeks burst. May you let it sink in. Let it slide through The moments of pain. One at a time Hurting less each time.  With each gentle blow of air Or a glance at the starred sky, For a random sparkle in the eye Or an aimless attempt ended in disma...

Being a Child, All I ever wanted is to grow up. Now as I grew up, I'm telling you girl I miss being you, the child that I was. The innocence that I had, The sand forts that I made, The fairy tales that I heard, "Dear God, Please make them true", I wished. All dressed up, lunch box packed, Rocking the handle of water bottle to and fro, While walking all the way to the school  With those little tot friends around. Losing a pencil or coming back home with a chewed up eraser and facing mom was one of those direful worries back then. Now, Every time when I feel life gets tough, I wish to run back to you. I know you are capable Of turning the world into a better place with that trusting smile of yours. I have always fallen for it. I have always questioned how did this little girl kept smiling not knowing the hardships that she is going to face. You didn't know. You never cared to know what is yet to come. And that made you absolutely stay in the present and enjo...

It rained cats and dogs an hour back,  An undeniable calm surrounded as the rain stopped. The sun peeped out of the clouds slowly, And the leaves could breathe at last after the shudder. What a time to look into the shades of the nature! As they say, there is nothing as beautiful as the calm after the storm. Equally disturbing is to discern the destruction it has created, Yet, as refreshing as it is to know that it has ended somehow. I kept walking through the wet concrete road, with droplets of water dripping off the leaves from the trees on either side as the wind flows subtly. This is the same wind that was unsettling and furious a moment back. Hang in on there, the sun will shine right through your window. Walk through the storm, survive, you got to feel the calm once its over. Give things time. After all its the same wind that soothes or quivers a tree. One at a time, one after the other, it will all settle. The next time when you happen to look into the nature, Be...