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" She plays the rhythm of their catastrophic tragedy,

She plays the rhythm of their catastrophic tragedy,

With her last breaths, she mesmerises that melody.

For their love crossed all rules and all theories,

Their love knew no logic and no boundaries.

No happy endings were carved within their horizon,

For they only wrote their agony with blood and poison.

But allow me, with my modest perspective to question,

Since when is suicide the symbol of heroic affection?

-Nirvanic Revolution"

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Shakespearean: "No distance, that gent kneweth, no time, Every second hence from his love wast a crime, Craving to knoweth that his lady’s death wast a forswear, “No life after thee mine beloved”, Romeo said, With his own hands, that gent carved his fate to beest dead. Drinking from that inevitable potion, Romeo shredded his youth, becoming the symbol of devotion, Right next to his lady, his headeth hath fallen on the ground, A victim of love, a victim nev'r to beest found. For the poison wasn’t in the potion above, The poison wast lurking within their venomous love. -Nirvanic Revolution."

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She shined from within, her spark was unneglectable. A glimpse of paradise, she was; neither ordinary nor procurable. She never needed spotlight, to unleash her divine glow. She was explicitly, beautifully indefinable. -Nourvana M.

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Our streets lack compassion and art. Our streets are invaded by antipathy tearing its blocks apart. If only we listen to melodies and lollabies, instead of listening to the echos of hatred and lies, maybe then we would view a glimpse of what life really entails, and how the freedom of souls never fails. -Nirvanic Revolution.

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She wore her ideas as her worst anarchic attire, for she was trapped in a chaos between paradise and hellfire. For once, she assumed that she will be capable of unlocking the hurricane twirling within her soon, but as she tried, she only became another desperate wolf howling at the moon. -Nirvanic Revolution.

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He had always desired carving his agony into conspicuous words, but he knew that it was too profound. For unlocking it had always petrified him, he trapped it between the cages of his heart, safe and sound. Thus, he spent every night staring at the radiance of the stars, hoping that one day it would kindle the darkness lurking within his permanent scars. -Nirvanic Revolution

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My hectic voyage in life is from where I am to where I crave to be. Whatever lurks in between are just dreadful stations examining my serenity. -Nirvanic Revolution

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2 A.M Thoughts: What complacency is entailed within chaos? Why do we get satisfied by all that fuss? What awkwardness is engulfed within silence? Why do we get paranoid with anxiety and stress? Is it the unsaid words that we're too afraid to hear? Or is being alone something that we horrifically fear? -Nirvanic Revolution.

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As she was counting the stars and calling all by name, she fell in love with every phosphorescent flame. "Immortality isn't what we should demand", she said. For she treasured the stars although they were dead. Gazing at their eternal beauty every night before bed, she viewed a stronger glow within the imperious darkness, and an immortal ecstacy within a fading sadness. -Nirvanic Revolution.

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As he unlocked his confessions with a flow of eloquence, she closed her eyes to capture the beauty of his mind. Drowning within the raw intelligence of his thoughts, she fell in love with every glimpse of Utopia that she could find. Smoothly, her soul broke out into a genuine smile of utter happiness. She knew that he never had to steal her breath away, for his eunoia convinced her how to hand it with bless. She was indeed, a Sapiosexual Philonoist, but she was too scared to confess. -Nirvanic Revolution.

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“The Conjurer” was her name. For she elicited potions with the ecstasy of words, and her writings were the elixir to every disease. Embellishing the globe with her puissant spells, and radiating sparks of magic all over it, she was explicitly a fearless wizard, in her own aspect. A wizard of literature, indeed. -Nirvanic Revolution.

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Merely surviving, he grasped a book he had been reading for days. For his mind was tortured, his body was paralyzed, his heart was aching, his soul was traumatised, his dreams were scattered, but with only one page, he escaped the agony he was trapped in. Now his mind is alleviated, his body is lusty, his heart is contended, his soul is tranquilized, and his dreams are aiming higher than ever. -Nirvanic Revolution

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She favored walking in the dark, rather than seeing an inky shadow chasing her footsteps, for her mind knew that it was always there, but her eyes refused to see... -Nirvanic Revolution

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I, a raging sea trapped inside of a raindrop, am drowning in my tribulation. I, an instigative glow fighting the darkness, am seeking a source of inspiration. I, am indeed, the combination of despair and aspiration. -Nirvanic Revolution

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Dear no one, Time carves its lessons on the walls of our hearts. Thus, I've been sending you letters for years now, for I know that you won't become a bundle of declined expectations and bitter disappointments. -Nirvanic Revolution

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A disrupted mind, a disrupted soul, gazed at the waves, not caring at all. But as they stroke my toes, I watched them flee, escaping reality, and how bitter it can be.. Listening to those crashing roars, I heard nothing but violence and wars, For that's reality nowadays, Betrayal, war crimes, and haunting preys. "Take me with you", I had to say, To those escaping waves that never want to stay..

Betray

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A disrupted mind, a disrupted soul, gazed at the waves, not caring at all. As they stroke my toes, I watched them flee, escaping reality and how bitter it can be.. Listening to those crashing roars, I heard nothing but screams after wars, For that’s reality nowadays, Betrayal, war crimes, and haunting preys. “Take me with you”, I had to say, To those waves that never want to stay.. -Nirvanic Revolution