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Spaces
We all are finding that perfect picturesque spaces. Spaces from where the world looks a little different than what already exists around us.
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Evaporate
Water cannot transform into vapours, if its not put through enough heat. We cannot transform into something new if there is no change in the type of circumstances life puts us into.
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Curtains
Watching the room flooded with light in the middle of the day, the only sound were my breaths.The silence and the way curtains were unable to stop the light from entering the room; reminded me to appreciate that very moment and the nature of the light, its stubborness to overcome anything that’s in front of…
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You are unfathomable
What every single soul on this earth cares about is definiteness of every tiny thing. It’s funny though because they never really get ‘the definite’ both figuratively and in reality. That definite that everyone keeps talking about. The definite look, the definite numbers on the mark sheet, the definite figures on the payslip, the definite…
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An ode to my Almosts
I cannot count on my fingers the things that I fail to learn in the first attempt. The colour of the soil after a thunderstorm, The spilled coffee on the floor The heena on the hands of newly wed bride are the same shades of brown Every six months I lose a person, a dream,…
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Gold
Gold can mend broken vases and make them look more beautiful than the overrated flowers that lie in there waiting for a human to pick them up and burry them from where they came- soil But unlike flowers, humans will never appreciate zero displacement always being unaware that even though how many mountains we climb…
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Nine Step Formula
One. Listen to what they say when they are around 10 people, and listen to what they say when they are with you and your air of existence. Do they still have the same tone and choice of words? Asterik only if people like to be alone with you. Or if you are cat. Two.…
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Red and Black
Oil paints leave stickiness on brushes, the bristles gradually disappear with every stroke of paint. It splashes colours on the white screen and loses parts of itself like millennials are losing reasons to stay. I once painted red and black, that night my mom explained how art can come true in some way or other.…
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Front Wall
A sweet salty smell, something like moghras and beach water, that’s exactly how you smell like when you cook apple cinnamon pancakes with extra caramel. Your olive green hoodie, the one I took and never gave you back just like your sly smile that was never reciprocated with a hidden glance. Your words did to…
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Witness
You were there, standing, stumbling and trying. I saw you but could I help? Could I tell you that I knew? Did you know what you were going through? Could i tell anyone? To see you suffer and not being able to do anything , gives me weight so heavy that now when i try…
Sugar Words 