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when mohsin naqvi said,

"kabhi ye dua ke wo mera hai faqat mera // kabhi ye darr ke wo mujhse juda to nahin

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Sometimes I pray that she is mine, only mine / Ever out of fear that she might separate from me

kabhi ye dua ke usse mil jaaye saare jahan ki khushiyaan // kabhi ye khauf ke wo khush mere bina to nahin

Someday I pray that all the happiness of the world should be found with her / Sometimes this fear that she is happy without me

kabhi ye khwaish ke zamana ho muntazir uska // kabhi ye vehem ke wo kisi se mila to nahin

Someday this desire that the world is waiting for her / Sometimes this illusion that she had met anyone

kabhi ye aarzu ke wo jo maange mil jaaye usse mohsin // kabhi ye waswasa ke usne mere siwa kuch manga to nahin"

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Sometimes I wish she get whatever she asked for // Ever wondered whether she asked for anything other than me.

my heart couldn't decide what it wants.

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As I once wrote,,, Your miniscule of love, felt like ocean to me...

on love arriving unannounced

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Frank Bidart, from "Guilty of Dust", Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016

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Patti Smith, from her memoir Just Kids

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break my arms around the one i love

poem: Shauna Barbosa GPS art: @mmelodyj / unknown / Ainslie Hogarth Motherthing / Keaton St. James HISTORY STUDENT FALLS IN LOVE WITH ASTRO PHYSICS STUDENT / @555w4 / unknown / Ada Limón The Good Fight / @sunsbleeding

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Oh, if I don't love you for unloving me so marvellously, what's even the point!

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This was heck of a read...😌🥺🤞💯💌

The sun is also a star

- by Nicola Yoon

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It takes eight minutes and twenty seconds, for light to reach the earth. And I keep holding, to all this sun sized love, in the fist of my hand, across the moon like distance between us. And I wonder, how long will it take you, to look up at the sky? ...I'm waiting for Eight minutes and twenty seconds, waiting maybe...till forever.

~simran, chipped poetry from walls of my leftover sanity

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Has this been done yet?

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Yes, they say some infinities are bigger than other infinities, and that I'm standing between the lub and dub of your very dear heart, bargaining for a lifetime of love in those 0.5 seconds...

~simran, chips of poetry, peeling off from walls of my mind.🌼

PS- one pump of heart, i.e one cardiac cycle takes around 0.8 second. And between the two heart sounds, there's a normal gap of 0.5 seconds. Just my physiology notes. But can you imagine, half a second... Just that.

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I want to sit on the fence and watch sheep with you...

🐏🌼🍃 😌

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Would they bake a cupcake with you in the middle of the night? Would they refuse to move to the other side of the sofa and pull you to sit on their lap instead? Would they wait for like forever until you get your makeup done right? Would they give you flower pots instead of bouquets? Would they nod at you while you explain them, the biochemistry of human body, the steps of appendectomy and get your medical lessons right ? Would they read your guilty pleasure fanfics and recreate all the scenes that you thought could never be real?

Okay but would you share the last part of your cornetto with them? would they let you annotate their favourite books in any way you want? Would you lend your hand to let them draw messy henna designs on it? Would they oil your hair?

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There are different ways in which people part...

Finally I shooed off the ghost of Plath whirpooling in my head... Here's a glimpse of it...

There are different ways in which people part

Like how the sun dips down, giving farewell crimson kisses to the sky, as it is meant to be.

Like how my favourite song drips from my lips, and is now on yours

and now you whisper it softly

into another pair of ears.

There are different ways in which people part,

Like how the washed wave toddle back to the ocean

after making out with the gravels, destined to be at shore.

And ohh ,how the gravels crave,

for a pearl between their crevices, sometimes just for a seashell as a memoire.

There are different ways in which people part,

like how the scarlet tint on my lips fades

as the night grows deep

and after I dab some of it on my lover's cheek.

Like how one of two stars falls from the sky, for a pair of eyes wishes upon it.

There are differnet ways in which people part,

like how my favourite pair of ripped jeans, now slumbers deep in my closet, which i outgrew.

Like how I discard the tunic gifted by my mother, which fits yet suffocates my insides

Like how the straps of my black dress slips down my arms, now pooled at my feet, so raw and so in love.

There are different ways in which people part,

Like how a boy on a swing, sways forward, away from the his Dad's hands, still in air to catch him as he returns back.

Like how the taste of my favourite pasta stays in my mouth, even after I gulp it with a gourmet smile.

Like returning home from a vacation.

Like leaving home for a mission.

There are different ways in which people part,

Like how an irreversible chemical reaction, seperates a white cloud above, upon a purple sea in a test tube.

Like exhaling out air 16 times for every minute, just to survive.

Like a disease getting cured,

Like the suffering ending.

Like a bruise healing.

Like a bandage being ripped off.

There are different ways in which people part, And sometimes they go through your skin and come out from the other side and they walk away, never looking back, ever.

And it all hurts the same.

And it all relieves the same.

~Me.

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from Kenneth Branagh's (1994) adaptation of Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein” 

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I've been obsessing over flowers for 8 hours now... Damm this pinterest... I wish such flowers grew in my mind too... I wish i can lock this emotion forever... i can see flowers blooming... Thus I'm happy...

Pansies/ petunias/ forget me nots/ sakura tree/ jasmine/tulips/ daffodils/ daisies...

I'm crying 😭😭🌼❤️❤️

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Okay... So I'm gonna stick everything i like about reading this hell of a book... I am scared , cause' Sylvia is damn relatable...And it's a pretty risky thing for a person like me to read her... It's like a spiral... And I'm choosing to fall...