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Dual lives. Misfits. Our hearts beat in places our tongues wouldn’t speak of. We are products of our dreams. We belong to places far away from w..
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They say when true love reaches its peak, the lover simply disappears. A simple notion, yet related in a very intense phrase. The summit of love is on..
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This is my first attempt to write from a woman's point of view. I may not have served justice to what women feel. Guess I will never know. But anyway,..
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And then when u sit down under a high ceiling, a piano on your left arm, The tones of a half lit incandescent candle perched on a colonial holder, you..
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Does morality define us. Or is it just a conscience builder. What if someone is confident in his sin. What if conscience does not prick him anymore. I..
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Can you deny what you truly love. There're no whispers in the bright corners you’ve chosen to walk. In the loud world you've choosen to live, no..
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The lusture is your reflection. . .The warmth in the eyes, on thinking of what it ought to be. The last string of a glimpse you'd always want to have...
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There are moments in your life that leave you breathless, moments that make your feet no longer rest on the floor, the edge of a smile that adorns you..
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Dear Stranger,At Once I saw you locked in the walls of a resting train. I sieved the meddling crowd to get a glimpse of you. A scarf draped around you..
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It takes a courage to stare at my face in a tossed up brown glass of scotch. Sip by sip as the poison slowly consumes me. To some, the tonic helps pus..
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