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  • shy_shayar 10h

    The night echoed with her scream,
    A scream so painful,
    Which could pierce one's heart.
    And she would just cry helplessly,
    A cry so bitter, yet could not end her misery.
    Her heart is wounded and
    She has to live with it,
    No matter what she tries,
    She cannot get over it.
    For one can never know,
    What's written in their fate.
    She was also unaware,
    That a hell was waiting for her.

    Sin has no face,
    It comes hidden.
    When the night becomes still,
    Searching for it's next prey.
    Footsteps were coming,
    Like someone was following her,
    Heartbeats got faster,
    And she was drenched in her own sweat.
    Soon, they grabbed her,
    And quenched their lustful thirst.
    Seizing her chastity slowly-slowly,
    They took the most priced thing from her,
    Her pride, her innocence,
    All gone within seconds.
    Dreams were killed,
    Hopes were snatched,
    And she was left with bruises,
    A scar for lifetime,
    Not just on body,
    But on soul too.

    I wonder if this will ever stop?
    Will it?
    I guess no, because people today,
    Have become heartless,
    They enjoy self desires,
    Forced on others.


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  • shy_shayar 2d

    Faith is the ray of light,
    That guides us to the next step.
    Faith does not reveal the direction,
    But gives us hope to move forward.
    Faith lets us go through the unseen,
    Even though all will be lost,
    Faith will sustain,
    Taking us to the brightest days from the darkest hours.


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  • shy_shayar 3d

    Then one day, you will find out the things you try hard to forget are already gone.


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  • shy_shayar 3d

    Ever happened?

    You are doing your work quietly and suddenly you hear a word or a song, or you get a fragrance quite known that reminds you of a particular incident or a particular person. Your heart aches to go back in that moment but you can't. You just stay there, quietly, sinking in memories for a time being.

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  • shy_shayar 5d

    Your thoughts can make you and destroy you too. At the end, it's upto you what you choose.
    At the end, only you can save yourself.


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  • shy_shayar 1w

    Everyone out there has heard this "Opposite attracts". Surely it does. But has anyone told you "What happens after that?"

    You meet someone. They might differ with you in choices. You like tea, they like coffee. You love rain. They might hate it. Exploring new things is fun for you and they like to remain conserved. You are a night owl and they, an early bird. You prefer texts, they choose call. South Indian food is a big no for you and they would choose it anytime. And many such things where you both are on different pages. Yet you both connect.

    You feel a spark in between that makes you both to have more of each other. You grew closer and one day, they say you " You are so different from me, you need to change yourself". Your choices are still the same. You still are opposite of each other but you are no longer attracted towards each other.

    Tell me, Is it worth it to change yourself completely according to someone? It's really easy to build a relationship on "Opposite attracts" theory but the real challenge is to keep it the same like it was, to stay opposite in other things but remaining on the same page in loving each other.

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    You feel a spark in between that makes you both to have more of each other. You grew closer and one day, they say you " You are so different from me, you need to change yourself."


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  • shy_shayar 1w

    Baatein teri mehez jubani thi,
    Dill ki isme na koi kahani thi.


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  • shy_shayar 1w

    Friends.

    They make fun of me, but are well aware of when to stop.
    They act like, they don't care.
    But have never failed to show up when I needed help.
    They know my darkest secrets,
    But have never judged me.
    They scold me when I am wrong,
    And are the happiest when I achieve something.
    And even if all will leave,
    I know a few will stay.


    You say life, I hear friends.


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  • shy_shayar 1w

    Hey, I know you are not feeling good right now. The person you loved the most have left you. That dream career you wanted to have is taking time to happen. The friend who said distance won't change things between us is nowhere to be seen now.
    I know life is being harsh on you right now. But, it won't be the same always. Darkness can't prevail forever and things will change for good. Eventually you will end up, where you need to be. Just keep on doing your work positively. Have patience buddy.


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  • shy_shayar 1w

    It's strange how the meaning of rain has changed for me over the years.

    When I was a kid, the day it rained used to be my happiest day. You will ask why? Because, rainy day meant holiday. No school, no scolding from maa to play outdoor games, I could eat and watch tv the whole day.

    As I grew up and started going college, rain for me meant bunking lectures to go to the nearby tea stall, sit there and chill with friends. I have had my life's some of the most important conversation there.

    When I had my first heartbreak, the definition of the happy rain changed to melancholy. Those days whenever it rained, I would plug in my earphones and shut myself from the world. For rain reminded me of him. I would sit at a corner and think about all that we had and how it was raining when we first met.

    But all of these were past. As of now, rain to me means a half-read novel, soft music and a cup of tea. It reminds me of how people see the same rain differently. For some, rain means walking hand in hand with lovers without giving a care to the world. And for the broken hearts, it's just another reason to feel sad about the past. For farmers, Rain is the most awaited thing and the same rain is a curse for the slum dwellers whose everything gets washed away in it.

    Rain for others can be a season, but for it's a mixed emotion.

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    It's strange how the meaning of rain has changed for me over the years.

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