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“No matter how attractive a person’s potential may be, you have to date their reality.”

— Mandy Hale

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People might wonder why I love etymology so much and the reason is simple — our everyday language is full of poetry. The English word "clue"? It comes from a Middle English word for "a ball of yarn", "clewe", which is a reference to the myth about Theseus and the Labyrinth. The Czech word "potkat" — "to meet"? The "tkat" part actually comes from "tkát" — to weave. To meet someone is literally to get interwoven with someone in Czech. How am I supposed to not love this?

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Here, I stand

Gutted and shattered, Alone I stand

My grief being caressed by your cold hand.

In an eternally still silence i weep

Beholding your absence, oh eternal sleep.

For now I chase the light I once saw,

Hoping for the darkness to slowly withdraw.

Chased by your daunting memories I run,

Where oh where can i find my sun.

For we had a doomed and forsaken bond,

Of which my soul was strangely fond.

It dragged me into the realm of desire

To sense our heat midst embers of fire.

With shattered dreams so full is my heart

I am starting to get used to being apart.

My sorrow strikes thy wretched shore

For all young heart to stand and adore.

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A Life With You

Oh! how fast the time flew

For hours seemed like

A minute with you.

Sharing my frights, unveiling my fears,

For dread seemed like

A hush with you.

Heavy eyelids and broken dreams

For war seemed like

Peace with you.

I imagined, an immortal love

But now

All that remains

Is the imagination of you.

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Will you come?

Sun starts setting, and as I linger in dusky hues

Will you come, and for the last time,

Hold my hand?

Night is falling, and as the black colours the green

Will you come, and for the last time, 

Be my moon?

Breathing my last, and as the petals of life shiver,

Will you come, and for the last time, 

Kiss my soul?

Hearts are mourning, and as blue tears surround me,

Will you come, and for the last time,

Stare at me,

Until I turn into ashes?

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You are my Diary

You were the memories 

captured in my diary.

You were the poetic lines 

inscribed in my diary.

You were the indelible ink

uniting us in my diary.

You were the parched rose,

well preserved in the pages of my diary. 

You were the aroma

wandering every page of my diary.

Without you its nothing,

but an unfinished diary.

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Ha mujhe aaj bhi sab kuch sapno jaisa lagta hai

Lagta hai woh sab hakikat mein kabhi hua hi nahi

Par aaj bhi woh kwashish adhoori hai

Aaj bhi meri wahi ek hi chahat hai

Aaj bhi mera wakt wahi ruk sa gya hai

Aaj bhi mere dil ki wahi ak kwashish hai

Pta nahi kyu par

Firse us sapne ko dekhne ki

Pta nahi kyu par

Firse us lamhe ko jine ki

Pta nahi kyu par

Firse us ahsas ko mehsus karne ki

Pta nahi kyu par

Firse wo lafz sunne ki

Pta nahi kyu par par

Un ankahe lafzo ko tum tak pohuchane ki chahat aaj bhi mujhe kehti hai

Agar us din samay ka saath dia hota toh 

Sayad aaj woh shakhs tumhara saath deta

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Try to be a 'WITHERED ROSE' atleast will be alive in someone's pages of life as a memory whether harsh or pleasant....

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There's something magical about old pictures of stars

Andromeda Galaxy, 1925 Around The Pleiades, 1932 Cygnus Wall, 1910 North America Nebula, c. 1920

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First, love yourself❤️✨️

“Don’t wander away from yourself to get close to someone else.”

— Unknown

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Let it hurt, then let it heal.