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Under cosmic skies, a little star, so bold,

Dancing in the night, a tale to be told.

Longing for the moon, in soft moonlight, Chasing love's glow in the endless night.

Twinkling and hoping, a stellar serenade,

But the distant moon, in silence, stayed.

In the cosmic quiet, a truth revealed, My worth shines bright, my fate unsealed.

Tried my best, yet you never looked my way,

Just a mere star in your grand display.

In my own glow, a truth takes flight,

Brilliance matters, in my own starlight.

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HoPE

She was sitting alone with shattered pieces of broken heart💔 Surrounded by dark, One could still find fear peeping Out of her eyes👀 All she needed was light- light of hope💥 Which she found as soon as the Baby kicked in her womb👶

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WaNdeR

Thinking about the past💭 Even though I know it won't last❣ Still holding on those memories Hoping to complete those unfinished stories💫

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FeATs Of JaCK

What are you serious?? Dont joke!!! If this is your attitude when someone says  that a pharaoh’s soul is still wandering around, then better change that attitude becuse they really exist.They need not roam in egypt alone but they can be wandering in india too. if  u still dont believe me then i cant help u out .

But if u feel someone hawking u , leaning on ur shoulders then better dont read it.{ just look around to make sure that nothing is there }

I lead a normal life just like everyone else, one night on my way back to home from guitar class. I felt that someone was hawking me. I looked back but no one  was there.I felt something weird is going to happen and trust me it happened.

I heard mourning cries, howling , screaming of women and all sorts of unusual noises. Gathering all my courage i turned back to see from where the sounds were coming from .

Alas! i couldnt find out [because as soon as i turned the noises were nowhere to be heard]

but, yeah!! i felt creepy in a bush nearby. ofcourse it looked exactly like an ordinary one. but something inside me told  to go towards it.To my astonishment there was a pithhole behind the bush, a rope ladder was going deep inside. i tried to peep inside and find out where the ladder was actually going.suddenly i sensed smells of choclates and it made me more curious to know whats down inside the pithhole.

As i climbed down iside the pithhole, i felt damn cold, my whole body was about to freeze. i just made a point not to leave that rope.i coulnt see anything around me it was like as if the night itself was painted black in colour.As i was going down and down the chillness around me turned into boily hot atmosphere. i felt as if im going to melt away.

i consoled my heart “ you are sure to get those choclates”. And i think my heart got consoled by it because after that i neither freezy cold or damn hot.Atlast the rope stopped and as soon as i stepped into the ground ,it appeared as if the limelights came on.

To my left side there was a huge door there was a huge door with egyptian carvings carved into it. but wait.... those carvings were not like the ordinary ones.They were literally made up of choclates. yeah!! u heard me right those were made up of choclates. curiosity overflowed my mind . I wanted to know what was there behind the door.i was about to open the door that someone from my back pullled me . It was a girl she had a blonde hair, and she was wearing a ripped jeans with a black blazer. she raised her eyebrows and said dont dare to open the door.I was furious and i asked “ why should’nt I , and moreover who you are ? and why on the earth should i listen to you”

I stretched my hands to open the door .When all of a sudden she took a gleaming silvery sword [ eventhough i had no idea how she got one]. Ans made a cut on my left hand.Giddiness overloaded me and i fell down hearing her voice’’SORRY JACK !! BUT I HAD NO OTHER GO”

suddenly i heard my mom’s voice she was shouting at the top of her voice,” jack u lazy gooose get up fast” I woke up with a start . And i told my mother everything like a five year boy tells his mom after coming back from school. without giving a pause  i told her the whole story.

but she didnt believe me she said that yesterday i didnt went anywhere not even to my guitar class and it might have been my bad dream. and asked me not to read those  stupid novels. i didnt felt it as a dream. i looked at my left hand and ghosh!!!! there was a cut made.

I didnt understand anything I mean how is it  possible if i was in my home for the whole day.

And who was that girl? how did she knew my name?? if i had not been to the guitar class then where was I ??lots of questions crept into my mind . i decided to go the the same place , and decided to find out what really had happened.

TO KNOW MORE STAY TUNED.......................................................................

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