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Heartbroken

कयी अरसे बाद तुम्हारा खत पड़ा खत पड़ा और दिल किया के कुछ लिख पाऊं शुरू ही किया था लिखना के दिल में एक दर्द उथा सालों पहले का वो नज़ारा उनकी लहराती ज़ुल्फ़ेन और सद की गिरफ़्त में लिप्टि हुई वो दोपहर कामरे में पहुचती एक ठिठुरती किरण बिना वजूद होए मजबूर दिल टूट सा गया और कुछ सोच पाते  कुछ लिख पाते उससे पहले ही दिल टूट गया और वो ख्याल गुज़र सा गया

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when music offers solace, reminding you of the pieces you forgot existed in you.

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Helen Ivory, Waiting for Bluebeard; from 'Red Coat'

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Value yourself. The only people who appreciate a doormat are people with dirty shoes.

Leo F. Buscaglia (via quotemadness)

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Slowness

I find most things not making sense anymore not anymore meaning Not any joy anymore then small joys erupt giving a sense of meaning and then your screams annoyed and displeasure erupts- causing a commotion a displeasure and the sense is gone no sense it makes no sense for you to choose to do this over and over and over And over – again The ripples – again lost sense – again so…

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Silhouettes

Silhouettes speak to me  An embrace  touches me below my skin Silhouettes feel like home tonight A yearning For times left uncherished Silhouettes becomes my confidante  I’m losing my mind Or maybe finding you Again In the hot steam uncondensed on my screen And I type furiously Not wanting to miss the words Agitated-  my words abandon me when I need them the most So I’ll settle for…

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I hear silence

I hear silence I hear it and I don’t like the taste I don’t like how it smells and how it looks I don’t like hope it makes me feel Numb, along with my thoughts Pinching Pricking Needles, needles, needles On my mind As I hear silence Make it stop, please.  I’d chase the noise  Bury deep in the crowd Swim through chaos And ride the wave of screamsI’d wear red like an armour – pain…

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Unmirroring

we sit beneath the same sky the same colour of eyes and  gene so why is my grief different from yours? i run chasing mirages searching, grasping every last memory (her hair strands still lie crooked in nooks – pepper) so why am i weeping and not you? how did we become different if we are the same? murmurs turn to deep breaths,tears roll down to an avalanche heaving, heaving gasping for…

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I don’t know where this leads.

I don’t know if I have it in me to type anymore. With a blacked out state of mind, felt necessary to try and express.

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Unwrapping today

i’m writing because i feel bitterlike all it was, was a ‘take care’ and ‘how are you‘ messages’ spreea continuous web of untalked, unexpressed emotions weaving into an untraceable maze- an ‘i’m alright, how about you?‘- verseand now i’m writing, alone.brushing a comfort of click (welsh, is it?) on a sombre winter eveyou reiterate – ‘all is well, and you?‘i don’t know what to sayI see through your…

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Beyond the fields of wrong doing and right, there is a field, I’ll meet you there.

“I close my eyes and I let my body shut itself down and I let my mind wander. It wanders to a familiar place. A place I don’t talk about or acknowledge exists. A place where there is only me.” - James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via the-book-diaries)

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A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.

Gilles Deleuze, 

Thousand Plateaus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia (via coral)

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via @defineyourgrind

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People who talk about their dreams are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversation. It’s a way for people to be honest without telling the truth.

Chuck Klosterman

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“The flowers were dressed in nothing but light.”

— Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems; “Just as the Calendar Began to Say Summer,”

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What I talk about when I talk about running "Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional." Murakami, as a writer, appeals to me the most because of his distinguished style of writing.