Have you heard "You have to become the best version of yourself to find love?" Well, what about not so best versions of me? What about the worst parts of me? What about the things that I just can't change about myself? Loving the best version
1 At my wisdom's end gazing forward Still at a loss of scripts to mean so hard, So many lands may have passed though A sudden call from your semi–broken door to follow , Yearning for that blessed string from the farthest Already entered into, opening dull brain&
I think our parents weren’t monsters—They were people trying to survive with tools they were never taught how to use. They loved in the only language they knew, and many of us spent years translating that love into something we could live with. We don’t blame them.
You are my black ink— the one I used so many times, yet not enough to leave behind. You are my black ink, the one which bleeds through my pen, through my eyes, and I cover it up with lies, calling it just... “My mascara’s melting, guys.” You are
He said he really missed her She just smiled I’ve been looking for you for so long, finally I found you again, he said I’ve mostly been offline, she replied quietly A lot has happened in my life, he said almost hesitating Oh, she said soft, calm You
She tried again and again, hoping someone would notice. But no one clapped, no one stayed. She didn’t want awards or praise, only love and a quiet “well done.” Slowly, she learned to stay silent—not because she was weak, but because being unseen hurts more than being alone
They cut your wings before you could fly. They took every piece of you, yet still called you selfish when you tried to keep your bones. Forsaking the fountain of your hopes, you lost yourself before you even knew who you were. Everyday was a battle against life — a war
How can you compare a sculpture and an artist? They are physically dual, but have one soul. They seem human, but are God itself. They create. They destroy. They can't be compared. But one thing they lie about: It’s all fictional... or maybe it is? It'
You really love me? he asked, struggling to control his anger. I do… I’m sorry, she said softly. Then why did you cheat on me? he asked, still hoping for an answer that would make sense. You didn’t treat me well, she replied. Did I really not? he
m a creature of habit, Filled with desires. I run towards the flashiest bling, Even though it is on fire. Knowing well the burns I’ll gain, I still yearn for what pleases me, And not the will that will save me. Yet I care for the luster it offers
“Oye… take this bag.” She blinked. “Umm… me?” He nodded. “Okay, Mr. Handsome,” she teased. He smiled. “You know something?” “What?” she asked as he slowly looked into her eyes. “I’m getting serious girlfriend vibes right now… will you go on a date with me?” He looked away shyly.
Your eyes. Your beautiful silver eyes. They remind me of the season winter . The way they glimmer feels like snowflakes under pale moonlight. Calm as silence on a snowy hill, A steady gaze that makes time stand still, A gentle spark that warms through the chill. And every time you
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She: I tried my best. Still I was left alone. He: I saw how much you tried. But don’t you think it wasn’t really love? She: I chased him. Gave all my attention. Waited for his messages. I never noticed if he asked about my day or what
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I didn’t grow up fast because I wanted to. I grew up fast because someone had to stay calm while everything else fell apart. I was called “mature” as a child. That was the warning sign no one questioned. Childhood didn’t leave me. I left it quietly so
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If I were to disappear, tell me— who would inherit my crown? The crown of disappointment. The crown of blame. The one passed down in family sighs, where every fracture finds its way to my name. I was the sacrifice offered quietly so the house could keep standing. The second
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In seekers heart a soul lay bare , A shadow within with a secret to share . For it must seek the seekers choice ! The soul must ask but must be poise . Its darkest moments that it must hide . Then why would a soul lay bare ? Hide itself beneath the pale haze
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I looked at the world through rose coloured glasses, A world so small, Yielding beauty that some have bypassed. We took it for granted, Growing pride in our hearts, Blinded by the greed and hatred we've planted. I am looking at the world through tearstained lenses, A world
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In the arena of art, I played a woeful part. Hiding my truth behind this pretence, I prayed the mask might shield me. But when the music faded, and the lights burned out, I saw — it wasn't the mask that hid me; it was me, all along. In
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(Sunday morning. Her suitcase is by the door.) Her: (Checking her bag for the third time.) Okay. I think I have everything. Me: (Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.) You sure you need to go? Her: (Smiling sadly.) It's just a week. My mom's been asking
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ऊँची इमारतों पर धूल जम रही है शायद सत्ता के भूखे लोगों की अस्थियाँ उड़ रही हैं शहर रो रहा है, शोक मना रहा है किसी कूचे में बैठे एक बच्चे की खाली थाली
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She closed the door. The knocking outside didn’t stop. She wanted to open it, but fear held her back. She kept walking towards the door and returning to the bed again and again. Finally, she sat in the corner of the room, switched off the lights, and covered her
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The Youngest child is often the strongest in the family People assume they have everything they need, That they're carefree, spoiled or that life has always been easier for them. But they forget, the youngest carries a quiet weight too. They're expected to just "Glow
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You'll never die if you fall in love with a poet, They make your life so mesmerizing by their thoughts like a shining star, They will wrap you up by their attractive words, They will show you to the world of love , happiness and euphony printed in line
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(The alarm goes off at 6:30. I reach over, silence it, and carefully slide out from under the covers.) (The room is still dark—just the faintest hint of dawn creeping through the curtains.) (I move quietly, trying not to disturb her. One foot on the floor. Then the