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Today, A friend asked me, "Would you write a poem on me?" .  .  And I wondered what it feels To be written as a poem. I wondered, what it feels To no longer be a mortal To know you'll live forever In words of a poet who once, Or forever, cared for you. I wondered if I was written a poem For me, about me, Would they write about how I liked my presentation in a shade of blue Or about how I write my notes With an ink that matched my chocolate wrapper. Would they write about how I broke my resolution within a day And made resolutions about keeping resolutions Or about how I never broke my promises Or about how I broke down after realising That a relationship I admired was Only painted in pinks and yellows But was just another form of abuse. Would they write about how Sometimes I rant about you, Sometimes I rant about society Or sometimes just stay so silent That they wonder if I lost my voice. Would they write about the poems I wrote Or the stories I shared, Would they write ...

And even if I'm spending nights without sleeping: Feeling empty, yet heavy, having thoughts that I can't understand, Watching my soul crying in the darkness inside me, Living how I don't deserve to, because of the mistake that was done by someone else, Sent to where they think I can't comeback, Where I've to fight even if I want to cry Where even the walls don't talk to me, Where there's nobody to understand me I will rise, I've found the light inside me that wants to sweep the darkness away, That wants to take my soul out of the darkness where it is crying. I will walk even if I've to walk on the edge of this slippery cliff and I won't fall down I will understand me when nobody wants to. Because it's me who has got to find where my soul finds the happiness. And I promise myself that i'll never let this light go off, I'll help it shine brighter and brighter and one day this light will lead me out of here, Help me live how I ever wante...

How to stay alive? In this world of devils Wearing masquerades How do I know it's an angel? How do I know it's not my fault? How do I teach my heart to beat? How do I teach my lungs to breathe! How do I learn to live? How do I live? How do you live? How do we live? How do we not suffer? How do we suffer at the hands of those we love? How do we suffer at the hands of those we hate? How do we end this all without ending ourselves? How do we end ourselves and yet stay alive? How do we know this is not the end? How do we restart? How do we learn to think again? How do we not scream pain? How do we scream without a voice! How do we ever learn it all? How do we still survive? How do I make it all alive? How do I survive? How do I cry? How do we undo things? How do we change our actions already done? How do we change people in our life? How do we remake our life from the beginning? How do we survive with guilt? How do we decide to take a right? How do we know it's not left? How do...

Quite often we all sit and think about our bad moments with them, the fights, the bad times and the hurt we've been through, but how many times do we sit down to cherish the first day you met them, the first time you kissed, the first time you looked into their eyes and felt loved, the first dinner date and first laughter you shared, the first time you were in their arms. It isn't really difficult to think about the good things for once to remind yourself that it wasn't all that bad Maybe it is hard now but that is okay.  It isn't really difficult to think about the good things for once to remind yourself that it wasn't all that bad, maybe it is bad now but that is okay, it can't always be smooth. I was just about to breakdown but then I got reminded of the first day I met you, and the first time we kissed and the first time we held hands, it calmed my heart down, it made me smile, you made m...

Don't care Who you are What you do Why you do it The followers The likes The gratitude Don't care Where, how, when For good or bad Or how you sleep at night If it isn't soaked in style Style Style Style History will wring you out Time won't tell you Where the party is !!

Spring W ill C ome ! too... Life is a lot about the relationship you have, the people you meet and the bonds you keep. We all talk about living in present, but our past plays an influential role in our today. A few friends who aren't with you today, maybe the ones you've loved aren't here today, you've walked ahead in life and they might have too, maybe you don't feel the same way about them today, it may not make you cry today, but very often when you see them you still get goosebumps, all the negativity just vanishes in the moment and you're taken back to where you stood back then. You don't feel the hurt anymore, you are not upset with them anymore, you don't regret anything anymore. All this while you keep reminding yourself to leave it in the past and yet again!! I looked at them smiling , and I couldn't even look at them for long but feels like my eyes photographed that moment. In ...