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We are entities born from a single explosion of universe. Yet, Unknowingly seldom we forget the elemental state of our existence and gets drenched behind the facade of this glittery World. We live our whole life portraying what we are not, rugged under our insecurities.Our day rises in rays of hopeful yellows and ends with diving in murky blacks. But we forget our own colour hues. We meet unexpected strangers and let them add hues to our canvas, called life.
As the time passes by, I have begun to understand we have more flaws then we think we have and it's a inseparable truth. So accept your flaws and just flaunt it your way. It's okay to be average filled with flaws, in the world of overachievers and under performers. Not necessarily be the last bencher or the first bencher, it's okay to be the middle bencher. / life isn't measured by the number of success or failures. It's counted by the Moments lived / To keep moving on is all that matters irrespective of the ways- run, walk or crawl. Its better to be one unseen wildflower, safely nestled between the thorns of life amongst all dandellion.
We are always on an endless mission searching for our missing pieces. We always forget that we aren't one puzzle, which needs to find its missing piece. We ourselves are a masterpiece, a very creation of our own. Under this cloudless sky, all we need to find is a viel of light, a light of our long forgotten strength. we need to dust off the weights that weighs us down and paint our beguiling soul with our actual breathing shades
/ Peel off the facades of glitters and be vulnerable YOU /
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Remember, the day we met at the park You being shy and me crazy Leaning towards the wall Your hair shining from the oil your mom put in The open button of your solid green shirt And sleeves folded nicely upto the elbow The majestic smile you spreaded on your tilted face And the small hairs hanging on your forehead Your eyes staring from under the bushy brows One hand balancing a book to which you were staring And left hand in the side pocket of white coloured pant Standing in the perfect posture, you beguiled me I shook holding your wrist, "You called ME here!!" And the next moment of time, you were smiling wide I took you to the dark green coloured bench We chatted, smiled, chatted and smiled there Talked about the books, good and bad movies some politics and some about mental development of children, after a long discussion, we fell in each other's eyes We could read the words carved in our hearts Could smell the lips trusting and promising something big And before I could mumble anything, we promised to meet one week later at the same place at the same time...