Red Shirt

Why do I feel closer when I wear his shirt? It drowns my insecurities and makes me feel like his girl. Away from all the pain. It doesn’t fit me. Its very loose and comes down to my thighs. It is faded red in colour but not in memories. The smell of him has dried…

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Pick up line

I am a knight in shining tux and leather shoes In this mesery of life Will you rescue me Take my hand my dearest Why do you burn my sole You set my body on fire in ways you can’t imagine Please capture me with your cold graces With thy your tender lips Until our…

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Who is the Higher Specimen?

Being a women itself is a battle with the every curve ball thrown at our faces. The way we are emotionally moved and manipulated and the effect of it on our bodies. The way our body becomes force of nature as it hits puberty bar and our innocence is at the peak of end of…

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Career Girl

She is a geek A workaholic Doesn’t know how to party they say Shy inovert sort of rare specimen Belonged in the ancient silence of red data libraries Head buried shoulder deep in books Uncontrollable nor can be tamed Her weird ways to a misinterpreted life In these cages which we call skull This curiosity…

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Good bye

Now that the high tides have come for me to say Goodbye. I have started writing blogs to stop my emotions from fermenting and to find the cure from fermented past. During this process I fell in love. Yes indeed in love with myself. In love with all the obstacles I have handled. The way…

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What should be the title?

She is like the wind Nether can be controlled nor broken A force of nature resides within her Sends shivers down the spine of storms Flows the direction she knows Withstands the troubles brewing A stubborn truth Builled for the colour she was born in And over a religion that she believes in Without a…

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Down.to.earth

The eyes of desserts have opened The only thing I admire is simplity Can never be removed nor chased It’s a spell that never goes out of touch A fashion statement on your emotions Head may be in the clouds of ambitions But my two feet are glued to the ground As the saying goes…

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Art

It is a medium of life for me. It’s a figure of expression. It’s a one of few fields that gives you the freedom of complete expression of thought on any subject. It’s a skill of the hand which can only be mastered though years of pratice not bought over night. Art is the essence…

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Modern Santa

A wasted Santa High on pot Broke on cheap love Torn by traditions Living on the beer cans Jobless and hopeless The phrase oh oh oh Replaced by swear words Which I could not write The chimneies replaced with electric heaters So are the pine trees with plastic artifact And so is the family time…

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Incompetent

Let me tell you a story Of a same boy with the same name Over again and again When the sunny skies turned grey The birds flocked away In this cruel world Every one called him a big boy In hands of time nothing but a toy A graduate dieing everyday A debt that need…

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