inked_heights

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Author, poet & a Story Teller. I write with a fantasy world in my mind ,which helps to bring out something unique.

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  • inked_heights 1w

    The pages of my old book,
    Hold my memories of yesterday,
    Every smile, every tear,
    Every moment spent with you
    all those years.
    Words that hurt me, brought all those tears.

    The pages of my old book book hold all those words,
    just as you said Hard and Rash,
    Crushing through my feelings,
    just like Trash.




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    Pages of my book

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    She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate like everyone else.
    As she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by, splashing dirty water on her.
    A tear rolled down her cheek.
    The poor had no right to celebrate...
    Her pale yellow looking dress, the only one she had with no patches or stains was now loaded with mud spots and dirt.

    She was all broken, yet managed to ignore while cleaning herself with the used paper that was lying nearby.
    while doing so, she missed out when the car stopped and the man driving walked up to her.

    She looked up, there stood a well dressed man, with a presence to acknowledge.
    Before she could say something, he turned around, opening the boot of his car, he took out a bag and handed it to her.

    Hesitantly she took the bag and peeped in, only to find 4 beautiful dresses never seen before.

    She looked up at him, all he had to say was, "you need this more than anyone else".

    All she could do was smile back an say Thank you.

    He started it that day as a gesture to make up for his mistake, and it became a routine for Every festival he went shopping.

    Why?.....because someone once did the same for him.

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    A sweet Gesture

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    The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realised where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane...
    The suffocated air, the closed space was getting uneasy with every passing minute.

    The sound could still be heard, but try as much he could not move.

    A tingling sensation slowly encompassed his entre body and a faint beep was heard in a distance but he was too drowsy to see any thing.
    She came running to his room, found him shivering helplessly in his sleep.

    The sleep paralysis accompanied by the horrors of the army massacre made his sleep a night mare hard to get out from.
    But she was there and he could feel it.
    How do I know?

    I experienced everything, with my eyes, and see what love is capable of doing.

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    THE COFFIN DREAM

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  • inked_heights 1w

    Don't get too engrossed in someone,
    If they don't acknowledge you.

    Don't invest yourself in someone,
    If they don't repay with the same emotions.

    Don't wait for someone too long,
    If they don't appreciate your patience.

    Dont shed tears for someone,
    If they are not there to wipe them off.

    Don't love someone with......
    Wait,
    You can't unlove the person you fell for... Right?

    Realise it, and Move on


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  • inked_heights 1w

    The conversation

    She wanted a reason,
    He had none,

    She wanted them to stay,
    But he wanted to run.

    Her emotions were at stake,
    But all he said ~ it was a mistake.

    She thought together
    by fate they were bound,

    He said,
    Just walk away,
    and don't ever turn around.

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  • inked_heights 2w

    The dissension between my heart and my mind,
    was what made me burn,
    that last letter you wrote
    without even reading it.

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  • inked_heights 2w

    "No I don't miss you".

    This is the lie
    I try to convince myself
    of everyday.

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  • inked_heights 2w

    वो कहते है ना -

    "कुछ एहसास होते है,
    जो वक़्त के साथ कम नही होते,

    कुछ ख्वाब होते है,
    जो वक़्त के साथ नही सोते"।



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  • inked_heights 2w

    Gone

    The glass is what stood between us.

    I could see you, but you were far away.
    I wanted to talk, but you had moved on.

    There were things I wanted to say.
    Maybe I could have tried,
    But I knew things were long gone.

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  • inked_heights 2w

    Thinking about you,
    My heart still smiles

    Distances don't Matter,
    be it just a few yards
    Or be it miles.

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