asheeshkhan

Unplanned trips and spontaneous words are often the most memorable.

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asheeshkhan 16w

The pic credit goes to jude devir. The one below is his insta profile... https://instagram.com/jude_devir?igshid=17pnt5skj4zjy

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I can strive to be what you want me to be,
I can change into what you need me to be,
Or I might always just be me,
But if you love me no matter what I might be,
Then trust me darling...
You and me were just meant to be.

©asheeshkhan

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asheeshkhan 16w

If all the world's a play,
Would you rather be an actor singing to the beat,
Or watch the drama unfold from the front seat?

©asheeshkhan

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asheeshkhan 16w

How true are you?

If you could only ever speak what you believe to be true,
Would you speak free or would you be a mute?

©asheeshkhan

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asheeshkhan 16w

I wonder, if all was as it was meant to be...
Then are all our efforts to change, just the right steps that maintain the preordained?

©asheeshkhan

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asheeshkhan 18w

Hope is like a flickering flame on a stormy night,
Seconds away from dying but burning bright,
Some blow it out and succumb to the shadows,
While others keep it alive... waiting for a better tomorrow.

©asheeshkhan

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asheeshkhan 20w

I hope you remember me by the short bits of sweetness and not the long stretch of sadness,
Just like you gaze at the twinkling stars while ignoring the darkness.

©asheeshkhan

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asheeshkhan 20w

Don't wait for me forever,
And you can move on when it's over,
But while we are together,
Stay with me, my dear.

©asheeshkhan

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asheeshkhan 20w

#love

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Our love was like a soft melody song that you wish would keep going on...

©asheeshkhan

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parthavi_ 68w

She was lying on her bed suffused with thoughts.. this used to be the cosiest place for her.. whatever happened, she used to come and lie on it, and the bed hugged her back.
But today it irritated her, it forced her to think. The hopelessness and the empty brain that she once loved now annoyed the most. She was simply gazing up at the fan that took turns and turns so smoothly.
Why couldn't life be so smooth?

She could hear her heartbeat.
Why was it even beating?
She hoped it suddenly stopped pumping blood. It would be so cool. Her book lay turned upside down on the page she had stopped reading on. She was amazed. Books always succeeded in changing her mood. But today even they had failed. It felt as if a lifelong companion had been lost.
The waves of thoughts hit the shores of her mind. The waves were so salty that they were wearing off the cliffs. They came. She sent them back. Yet they came again.
//Waves never stop.// She knew the high tide was on its way, and soon it will take over the shore, drowning her mind.
Now the waves had also been joined with the rain of sorrow. The sky was weeping. Her mind was facing destruction. But outside, she was still as beautiful as ever.
//Loss makes people beautiful it seems.// From outside though. Just because the inner beauty gets passed on outside, for there is no place left for beauty inside her mind now.
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And yet I gaze at the fan, my mind drowned. In thoughts. Thoughts that seem poison. Thoughts that kill.

©__parthavi_m

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"The shores of the mind."

©__parthavi_m

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pranjalipillai 76w

And if,
I ask you,
To name all the things that you love..
How long would it take for you
To name yourself?

©pranjalipillai

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