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24. Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.

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    �� नम: शिवाय

    May the blessings of lord shiva be always with you.

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    Sometimes I wonder that why do we always fall in love with those who're not meant for us? I mean isn't life become so beautiful if love happens only between those who are made for each other, whom God chooses for each other, who were together in all their past lives and will be together in their after lives too. But we end up getting special vibes from the wrong ones. Sometimes there is unrequited love and if it's mutual then death, family and other circumstances separated them. Aren't they soulmates if one of them dies too early? Why god separates the true lovers? Why?
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    I left because you didn't even try to stop me.
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    After two years of separation

    He : You don't love me anymore.
    She : And you never loved me before.

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    I wasn't rude; I was hurt
    And you say you know me.
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    I'm not sorry for posting these rants. You have to bear with them.

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    You are damn good, undoubtedly.
    But you don't care and it's true.
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    Temporary like my anger

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    What hurts the most?

    Disappointments or Formalities

    "Attachments," I replied.



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    Temporary like your presence in my life.

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    What sucks the most?

    Expectations or Disappointments

    "Formalities," I replied.


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    I know what you've been gone through. Behind your smiles I've witnessed your deepest scars. Behind your dulcet laughter I've listened to your silent cries. I know the things which you are afraid to say. I know everything between your maybe's and sometimes. Others may read your words but I solely feel them. In fact I live them. Everytime I read you i try to find you betwixt the gaps of your letters. The pages of your diary make love with the ink and your poetries dance. You often use black pen for writing and the other pens weep in the corner of your pen holder. Do them a favor next time please write with them too. The day you were born you not only blessed your mother by taking birth from her womb but you also blessed this planet with your divine presence. There is immense love in your heart which is unfathomable. The days are longer in summers because the sun which is bewitched by your beauty stares you when you weave poetries in the sundeck. Even the stars beseech time to slows down its pace when you recite your poetry to the moon at night. Your red nose in the winters makes the snowflakes blush when they fall over your face. Whenever you look up into the firmament even the birds get lost in your eyes which are deeper than the Pacific Ocean. The curve of your lips is as aesthetic as the crescent moon anyone can fall for. And when you get angry anyone can melt when they see your frowny face. The sweat that trickles down your forehead smells like hardwork. You wear full sleeve shirts just to hide your vulnerabilities underneath them so that no one can judge you. Living with you is like what heaven feels like. Your name is the holy prayer the one who chant can free from all the evils. You are a living masterpiece and the most beautiful creation of the universe.
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    Picture credits : Me

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    The days are longer in summers because the sun which is bewitched by your beauty stares you when you weave poetries in the sundeck. Even the stars beseech time to slows down its pace when you recite your poetry to the moon at night.
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