#catharsis

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  • fjghazi 3w

    Mi amado, what would i do if i had
    no museum of auburn phantasy?
    Is poesy a remedy or a reminisce
    for aftermath of ruins?
    Why do some scars resemble the pyramids
    of departed souls?
    What if i lament over a grief and later
    it becomes a song of jungle?
    Where do birds chirp by sunsets to
    sunflower dawn?
    Where does unsaid goodbye linger on?
    Why do once ink get bruises and poetry
    shivers into the moribund of blues?
    Pain O pain my dear poet, could you write
    wisteria of love in the orange sky?
    Of magic, alongside the boulevard
    i wander off in my nightmares
    came across the threshold of nocturnal vows
    When shall i float into the mist of hazel green?
    When will i tread upon the velvet serene?

    ©fjghazi

  • thedramaking 6w

    La la Love

    If I knew what to do with you,
    I'll have an easier choice to make.
    To hate you or to love you
    To crave you or to spite you
    Oh! how you leave me confused.

    In all honesty and retrospect,
    You were a breath of fresh air.
    A compelling drug
    A bittersweet defeat
    Oh! How you drive me crazy.

    Contrary to the afterglow,
    Love is fleeting.
    A metaphoric fib
    A pseudonym for the abyss
    A disaster waiting to happen
    A blooming flower invaded with necrosis
    Oh! How you make me insecure

    Beneath all my pessimism is the unexpected
    A catharsis in the making
    Ambivalence of some sort
    A concoction of emotions
    Stealing away my sanity in bits and pieces
    My heart's turned burgundy with weariness,
    With only one thought.
    The thought of YOU.

    ©thedramaking

  • juhiyverma_ 9w

    And I die a little more,
    everytime I remember you

    ~ you.

    ©juhiyverma_

    #life#love#lifeandlove#death#youandme#catharsis#timirama#you#rememberyou#alittlemore

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    And I die a little more,
    everytime I remember you

    ~ you.

    ©juhiyverma_

  • juhiyverma_ 19w

    Disappear...

    I asked the sky to swallow me inside
    But he refused to do so
    So I asked the river to help me flow along
    She said I weighed too much
    And i better walk away lest I'd drown
    Then l I asked the wind to carry me with her
    She paused fr a while
    And gave me a gruesome look
    "How can I carry you if you already carry so much guilt on your chest?"
    Disheartened and grieved ,
    I requested the earth to bury me inside her
    She too denied , for I would hv to turn to dust to be one with her
    and that
    she can't take me alive.
    Then I pleaded the fire to burn me to ashes
    For I have none to grant me salvation
    Those flames of purity tried to grab me
    But they couldnt.
    Disappointed and exhausted
    I asked them all together
    To help me liberate through my misery
    They wondered why would I ask so
    For I was young
    And brave
    But Then asked me to wait,
    Conspiring against my wishes
    Soon after
    The sky gave me a pair of wings to fly
    To wander alone up and high ,to find my destiny
    The water showered me with her power
    The beauty Of lightness and consistency
    To be persistent and ever flowing in this journey of mine
    The wind asked me to flow along
    but With no strings attached
    Worthy of my every deed,
    And Soar High Always
    as light as a feather
    The earth then nurtured me
    with her buds of faith
    and fruits of patience and temperance
    The fire advised me
    Not to chase her but the darkness in me
    To tame my own demons
    and play with my own fire,
    Fiercely and delicately
    For it's the only thing
    that will keep me alive
    and set me free.

    ©juhiyverma_



    #life#love#survival#existence#catharsis #free#freedom#liberation#misery#disappear#doubt#belief#hope#alive#justalive#nature#fire#earth#water#sky#air#notyetdead

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    Disappear...

    I asked the sky to swallow me inside
    But he refused to do so
    So I asked the river to help me flow along
    She said I weighed too much
    And i better walk away lest I'd drown
    Then l I asked the wind to carry me with her
    She paused fr a while
    And gave me a gruesome look
    "How can I carry you if you already carry so much guilt on your chest?"
    Disheartened and grieved ,
    I requested the earth to bury me inside her
    She too denied , for I would hv to turn to dust to be one with her
    and that
    she can't take me alive.
    Then I pleaded the fire to burn me to ashes
    For I have none to grant me salvation
    Those flames of purity tried to grab me
    But they couldnt.
    Disappointed and exhausted
    I asked them all together
    To help me liberate through my misery
    They wondered why would I ask so
    For I was young
    And brave
    But Then asked me to wait,
    Conspiring against my wishes
    Soon after
    The sky gave me a pair of wings to fly
    To wander alone up and high ,to find my destiny
    The water showered me with her power
    The beauty Of lightness and consistency
    To be persistent and ever flowing in this journey of mine
    The wind asked me to flow along
    but With no strings attached
    Worthy of my every deed,
    And Soar High Always
    as light as a feather
    The earth then nurtured me
    with her buds of faith
    and fruits of patience and temperance
    The fire advised me
    Not to chase her but the darkness in me
    To tame my own demons
    and play with my own fire,
    Fiercely and delicately
    For it's the only thing
    that will keep me alive
    and set me free.

    ©juhiyverma_

  • darthgaaru 19w

    They say deep and sincere regret is the true path to catharsis. I know that I have wronged people in my life. I never intended to hurt them, but it unfortunately came to that nevertheless. I hope I can one day make amends and be the person that my loved ones needed back when I wasn't there for them. But that day has not come yet. Not yet.

    @miraquill
    @writersnetwork

    #catharsis #love #friends #friendship #sorry #apologies #apologize

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    Not Yet

    For all the apologies that I said too late,
    To all the people that I have wronged to date,
    Because of my actions that turned your love into hate,
    My sincerest apologies and I reiterate,
    That I shall strive to carry the immense weight,
    Of hurting you, at that twisted hour of fate,
    Where I failed to repay your loving faith.
    I continue to carry the deepest regret,
    And my soul has repeatedly wept,
    At the memory, of all that I ever did and said,
    And of all the times I let your eyes run wet.
    I know that I must pay up my debt,
    And while that may not satisfy your heart, that has bled,
    Every day, I hope for a chance to make amends instead,
    But I guess it isn’t that day yet,
    Not yet.
    ©darthgaaru

  • samanthewanderer 20w

    For me something is terrible
    For you it doesn't matter
    I repeat swooping down to the lowest versions of me
    I emerge again getting back to stability
    This constant oscillation
    I don't want to be stuck
    I want to remain on my higher frequency
    #random_shit
    ©samanthewanderer

  • ballu19 28w

    CATHARSIS

    Bright and bubbly, a smile spread all over your face,
    You looked like a sunflower when you first said 'Hi'
    Glowing like hope, you said to me 'I want to be a part of your journey',
    It was compelling enough to break down any man's defenses.


    We started our journey, on wheels of promises and destiny.
    The love, affection and attention- it was more than anybody could ask for,
    Certainly more than I had ever asked.
    'Were things a little too perfect? Too soon?' - simultaneously interrupted by another thought - 'Don't ruin a good thing by overthinking'.
    For that moment, I found completeness in my 'Twinflame' , as you had called me.


    A day as normal as any other, I came up to you with a sweet embrace.
    You lashed out to me with such contempt and rage I froze in disbelief,
    Before I could react, you started crying, like you were just at the recieving end of your own cruelty
    WIthout a second's hesitation, I rushed in to console you.
    'We promised it would be us against the problem, or did you forget?' , a thought passed by.


    A season passed,
    Arguments grew- your words sharper and I bled deeper
    A pattern forming - You pushing me away only to pull me back again as I near the edge.
    Seasons passed,
    I felt helpless, cold and alone than I have ever been
    I had lost track of myself.
    As I slowly regained my awareness, I saw it clearer and clearer-
    The webs spun all around me, a web of lies and deciet,
    The skeletal remains of those who came before me.

    At the centre of the nest, I met your stare,
    Sent shivers down my spine.
    You looked nothing alike-
    Horns protuded out of your head
    A forked tongue darted in and out, spitting 'promises' everywhere like it would never run out of it
    Your smile was still as wide, only this time it gave me an impending sense of doom.


    I gathered strength and hurriedly freed myself
    As I was going to make a leap, I felt a sense of homeliness in your webs,
    Like I had been hit by Stockholm syndrome.
    Reluctantly, with utmost effort, I took the leap.
    'Would you miss me?' I asked myself pitifully, as I crash down.


    It was then, another butterfly flashed before my eyes,
    It sat right on one of your thousand promises, like I did.
    I closed my eyes, a weak smile forming on my face
    For the first time in a while, I sighed with relief
    Instantaneously, my wings of freedom spread out ;
    A moment of catharsis.


    ©ballu19

  • unblossomedyet 47w

    The rose petals in my journal, have dried into shades of brown,
    And your photograph in my drawer haven't tasted air for years now...
    An unheard silence cascade me, the effervescent sound of your voice
    Is a memory that haunts me, asking me ways to live but how?

    The room that used to be vibrating with perky energy of your voice and smile has become dark.
    Without the warmth of your touch, life is more a hawk than a lark.
    Days have turned to years then to decade,
    Time hasn't been able to heal but be a blade.

    The sound of your words spoken which once made me complete
    Has now withered away, making me realise I am not in heaven,
    Was loving you a crime,
    Hence this feeling so forfeit?

    Come back to me my Angel, rise out of that magical photograph,
    Breaking the prison of the closed drawer,
    Hold me tight just once more.
    Kiss me and wipe my tears,
    Embrace me with the arms to love me to the core……

    My Angel,
    I tried to preserve each moment of 'WE',
    Like how god's beauty is wrapped by the petals of the rose,
    Least did I know it would dry up someday into browns,
    Only to ink these verses; strokes of emotions through a poesy or a prose.

    That you are a no more near, loneliness is what I fear,
    Save me from this lonely world,
    Wake me up from this ambiguous dream,
    Take me with you to a moment where life is impearled, and you are the SUPREME.


    ©unblossomedyet����

    #pod #choose #wod #emotion #catharsis #memories @writerstolli @miraquill @writersnetwork #writersbay

    Thanks writersnetwork for your ❤️

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    Strokes of cathartic emotions.

    ©unblossomedyet

  • himayan_writes 55w

    Recluse

    I wish to float away in the cool afternoon breeze.
    Find my place under the shade of trees,
    In a distant, secluded patch of green
    Far away from where the roads have been.

    I wish to lay there for a while.
    Forget about all my need to reconcile.
    And when no one's to be heard or seen,
    I'll sit up and take a deep breath in,

    And Cry...
    Cry untill I stop hurting!
    Cry... Till I can cry no more!

    Oh how I wish to be healed!
    Oh how I wish to be healed and whole!

    ©himayan_writes

  • kasishakespeare 58w

    #catharsis is a phase of rebirth

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    Catharsis Is a phase of rebirth

    I admire that sunshine in the day
    As the sun dances through the clouds
    One may say I was too well excited when it all happened

    Then all got terrified when the sun shines no more
    With bright clouds made livid
    the sharp violent lightning made vivid
    The sun hides itself when it gets gloomy

    The caterpillar could not run fast to hide itself before the rain pours from heaven
    O , caged butterfly , traped in a worm's body
    Escape , run and hide

    As the skies grew darker
    rain precipitated from heaven
    So please free yourself ,

    Loosen your burden
    So you can fly like a free butterfly
    Flattering it's wings
    in the atmospheric realm

    free yourself
    Laugh out that anger
    Shake of that pride
    meditate regularly
    Give it all to Him who is above
    Let go of that rage
    Let go of that pride and anger
    For it all amounts to nothing
    Do not fret
    Just Let go of your shallow thinking
    Release it to the Creator

    For after the rain ,
    The bow of million colour
    glows in the sky
    So we shall see your love ,
    Calmness, liberty and warmth
    And affection

    We may say a caterpillar once lived here yesterday
    And your pain may die today
    And tomorrow a butterfly will spring forth
    With wings of a thousand colours

    Catharsis is a phase of rebirth
    In life
    Just let go and catharsis
    ©kasishakespeare
    08.04.2021

  • juhiyverma_ 67w

    Just wondering.....

    Why do i need to
    hate everyone else,
    if i can hate myself

    ~as much as i want to.



    ©juhiyverma_

    #life#love#selfcontemplating#spiritualawakening
    #catharsis#deathismycatharsis#loveandhate#myself#unlost#unfound#lifeandlove#selfworth#iam#ihatmyself

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    Why do i need to
    hate everyone else,
    if i can hate myself

    ~as much as i want to.

    ©juhiyverma_

  • juhiyverma_ 72w

    Without You.....

    Have you ever wondered what this world would be like, without you?
    Lifeless and dead like you??Or the same as it was before, cold and cruel.With only hatred for people like me.Maybe i am wrong or maybe Not.Maybe i judged it all wrong with my myopic eyes and cluttered mind Or maybe i just could not look enough. Not Looked enough to see whether it was all a perception of my own dismantled thoughts,and my handicapped mentality that unwillingly forced me to frame an all wrong notion about the world i am living in, among the people i m struggling with, towards a future i m not ready to be a part of.What if everything that i have been doing is just a part of something thats never gonna happen.Something that was never in the bigger picture that the world hung upon the walls of my broken heart, only to stain it with my own blood.Maybe it wasnt merely a coincidence that all those wounds werent meant to be transformed into beautiful scars but painful memories to be remembered long after I m gone.Or maybe they were supposed to trigger the ache this world inflicted upon me , time and again which my dead and soul less body could no longer feel anymore.But sadly i was numb and oblivious to everything around, owing to my already non existent life.The world would always be the same, no matter you exist or not. Its gonna be there like it was , unperturbed by my death or yours or anyones'. It hardly makes any difference to the world whether u r alive or dead or in a totally third dimension.But for your own satisfaction, u can believe what you want. Whether the world would stop existing for a while or time would cease to mourn over your death. Its all upto you.You can believe in anything and everything that pleases you.Be it the sweetest lies or the ugliest truth. You are already dead so that just means nothing.You are investing in the wrong place, for the wrong people, all for the wrong reasons. Those eyes hiding behind the prettiest faces and honey coated words are myths you could never unravel.Though death might be the eternal truth,your family would be the only one devastated by your loss nevertheless sooner or later they too would learn to live without you.The birds would still chirp every morning and the dawn would still bring beautiful sunshine to your bedroom window, even in your absence. Your words may echoe in the house where you grew up but there wont be anyone to be yelled at now.And Teatime would be the only time , you would be missed But everyone would get used to this new life.Isn't it??


    ©juhiyverma_

    #life#love#struggle#existence#identity#catharsis#deathismycatharsis#withoutyou#theworldilivein#insaneworld#lifeandlove#soulsearching#darknightofthesoul#awakenings#spiritualascension#unlost#unfound#iam#death#darkthoughts

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    Without You.....

    Have you ever wondered what this world would be like, without you?

    Lifeless and dead like you??Or the same as it was before, cold and cruel.With only hatred for people like me??Maybe I'm wrong or maybe I'm Not.Maybe I judged it all wrong with my myopic eyes and cluttered mind or maybe I just could not look enough.Not enough to see whether it was all a perception of my own dismantled thoughts,and my handicapped mentality that unwillingly forced me to frame an all wrong notion about the world I'm living in, among the people I'm struggling with, towards a future I'm not ready to be a part of.

    ©juhiyverma_

  • brahmleen_ 79w

    S T R O K E O F C A T H A R S I S~~~••••

    "〰Pang blissfully holds you
    like a wild forest holding
    blended sheet of sky touching
    euphoria like an opaque catharsis splashing ancient strokes on the cherubic woes of nostalgia upon the comet canvas of Van Gogh⭐⭐

    |βrαhmleen|

    @writersnetwork @mirakee #writersnetwork #catharsis #picturec

    15.11.20

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    S T R O K E O F C A T H A R S I S



    "〰Pang blissfully holds you
    like a wild forest holding
    blended sheet of sky touching
    euphoria like an opaque catharsis splashing ancient strokes on the cherubic woes of nostalgia upon the comet canvas of Van Gogh⭐⭐

    |βrαhmleen|

  • fresh_from_the_artistic_asylum 81w

    Yes it hangs,
    It is it's own hangman
    It is it's own noose
    And it is a cloth hanger in my rusty cupboard.

    I come back drained of all life for all Eight days of the week,
    And pass on my sin infested wearables to this old lonely hanger
    Who then takes responsibility for my catharsis.
    Why shouldn't it?
    After all, it is just a cloth hanger in my rusty cupboard.

    The Earth moves around the sun,
    As my emotions run plenty
    Yet sometimes there are none.
    If all my cupboard had to do was whisper to console me,
    It would do it with dread & horror for there is a bigger entity that possesses it's spirit
    And that's the cloth hanger in the rusty cupboard.

    Desires run afoul of despair,
    Happiness gives way to uncertainty
    And the tunnel shines with light.
    All the while, while my cloth hanger hides in it's bubble
    It gets heavier as it carries two secrets & two burdens:
    It's own & then mine.
    More is less & less is plenty.
    The rules of the world change and change me with them
    But I still come back to the only constant un-being in my life:
    The cloth hanger in my rusty cupboard.

    Yes it hangs (for it has to)
    It is it's own hangman (that operates on my command)
    It is it's own noose (that tightens the demons around my neck)
    And it is a cloth hanger in my rusty cupboard.
    Albeit, a beautiful one.

    #clothhanger #catharsis #companion #pod

    @ghoulfrost @odysseus @fadedautumns @writersnetwork

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    The Cloth Hanger In My Rusty Cupboard

    ©fresh_from_the_artistic_asylum

  • juhiyverma_ 81w

    Do not look down upon me
    for I may not fulfil the criteria
    you set for me
    for I assure you
    I will not be the one
    you want me to be,
    for I may not be at par with the
    unusual expectations you have for me.
    Do not look straight into my eyes
    for I may not be able to
    hold onto my grief
    my tears
    no more
    for I assure you
    I will not be the victim
    of my own incapabilities
    for I know I have in me
    the strength
    of the mightiest star ever born
    Do not pity me
    for the mistakes
    I never thought of commiting
    though unwillingly I had to
    for I am just a puppet
    having no control of the strings
    you tied to me
    Do not force me
    to chase the untameable
    for I may lose
    the purity of
    this very soul
    you never wanted to see
    for I may not
    cross the gates of hell
    to please you with
    false hopes of
    fathoming mysteries
    of this mighty universe
    Do not clip my broken wings
    for one day
    i shall too
    fly afar
    in the endless sky
    unlost
    unfound
    free.....
    ©juhiyverma_

    #life#love#lost#thoughts#onlyme#theonlyone#unheard#unloved#undeserved#undesired#thedarknightofthesoul#awakenings#insights#selfrealisation#catharsis#metamorphosis#survival#darkthoughts#intheabyss
    #universe#unlost#unfound#free

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    free...

    Do not look down upon me
    for I may not fulfil the criteria
    you set for me
    for I assure you
    I will not be the one
    you want me to be,
    for I may not be at par with the
    unusual expectations you have for me.
    Do not look straight into my eyes
    for I may not be able to
    hold onto my grief
    my tears
    no more
    for I assure you
    I will not be the victim
    of my own incapabilities
    for I know I have in me
    the strength
    of the mightiest star ever born
    Do not pity me
    for the mistakes
    I never thought of commiting
    though unwillingly I had to
    for I am just a puppet
    having no control of the strings
    you tied to me
    Do not force me
    to chase the untameable
    for I may lose
    the purity of
    this very soul
    you never wanted to see
    for I may not
    cross the gates of hell
    to please you with
    false hopes of
    fathoming mysteries
    of this colossal universe
    Do not clip my broken wings
    for one day
    i shall too
    fly afar
    in the endless sky
    unlost
    unfound
    free...

    ©juhiyverma_

  • juhiyverma_ 82w

    But all along,
    I was the
    Only one
    listening ,
    when
    nobody
    wanted to
    hear my thoughts.

    ~only one.

    ©juhiyverma_

  • juhiyverma_ 85w

    LET DEATH BE MY CATHARSIS!!

    Oh, how I fell in love with
    the lunacy sleeping in you
    your chaotic demeanor
    left me enchanted
    no sooner did i realize
    I was drawn towards you
    like a moth towards light
    a mother towards her unborn child
    a lover towards the love of his life
    I was lost
    lost in translation
    of whats happening
    and whats not
    of what could never be
    and what was always meant to be
    my body in confusion
    of all the undesirable chemicals
    as they started flowing through
    the blood inside my veins gushed
    unimpeded
    leaving me
    in a state of sepsis
    that nobody could help me out with
    that no amount of epi or oxygen
    could cure me anymore
    my brain tried to help
    but my body was out of reach
    oblivious to the trauma
    you put me into
    the shock
    my fragile heart couldnt bear
    my breath
    though in vain
    trying to hold onto my life
    my blood
    devoid of any feelings
    no matter how hard it tried
    only poison it could carry
    to my brain
    to my limbs
    to my viscera
    to my mouth and eyes
    as I lay frozen and cyanosed
    not becuase of the impure blood
    but my toxicated emotions
    my putrid thoughts,
    gangrenous
    devouring
    every inch of this tastelsss flesh
    consolidating in me slowly
    as my hands lay still
    rotten and stinky
    waiting to be amputated
    with an artificial
    not so functional
    though a manageable robot,
    a machine
    to replace
    some of the damaged parts
    you marred
    with your negligence
    this fatigued heart too
    inefficient to pump
    that shitty⁰ fluid anymore
    succumbing to the torture
    inflicted upon by picograms of
    undeserved love and care
    adorned by your denial
    almost taking away
    the miniscule of sanity
    left behind in that corner of
    my nasty little greymatter
    as it too
    gave up on my body
    undesirous to try any harder
    brainwashing itself
    to accept the truth
    of my dying body
    of my tormented soul
    lest i shouldn't end up
    lifeless
    like a
    corpse
    doomed until eternity
    under this barren earth
    soiled with fear
    hopeless
    dead
    with a regret
    of never waking up
    again.

    ©juhiyverma_

    #life#love#myth#truth#youandme#me#myself#selfrealization#lifeandlove#catharsis#loveisamyth#uglytruth#betrayedbywords#randomthoughts#iam#seekingquerencia#justafewwords#lifeisachoice#loveisachoice#death#deathismycatharsis

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    Let Death be my Catharsis!

    ©juhiyverma_

  • theimbuinginkwell07 85w

    Rising in Love

    When you are really high on love
    Or I should say infatuated ...
    You tend to stay afloat on this cotton candy cloud
    Leaving aside your reason
    But they call it ' falling in love' for a reason
    That free fall might just be damn risky
    Just mellow down
    Just consider rising in love for a change...
    When one person is not obsessed with other person
    And yet support each other
    They may not be constantly in touch
    But at the same time they haven't lost touch...
    The 2 'I' s are well intact
    And nourish the 'We'

    ©TheImbuingInkwell

    #mirakee

  • redolent_smile 82w

    •ÇÀTHÁRSIS•

    Denude your soul to
    those pale yellow pages,
    Reveal to it your
    stygian clandestines,
    Irksome evocations, vulnerabilities,
    Scribbled with the
    camouflaged ichor driblets,
    Of plight and pangs
    tainted by this bleak world.

    Denude your soul to
    Those yellow pages,
    Chronicle the
    catastrophe of terror,
    That encompass you,
    Raising, penetrating,
    The cavernous pits
    of your heart,
    Of your brain, of your soul.

    Spew the wrecks,
    That are spoiling
    And suppurating within.
    Let not the cataclysm win.
    Instead, let alleviating be your aim.

    Bare your soul to those yellow pages
    And let catharsis betide.

    •Sadrita
    ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Okay! So I'm making it permanent because of you all❤
    Especially for @coral

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #catharsis #optimisticoctober #sadri_writes #picbprompt #bluethemeofsadri

    @writersnetwork not fair! You always leave me just with a
    like *-*

    @barasiya__ I wanted to use your click somewhere but since I ain't writing anything these days, so I used your click here ;_;

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    ÇÀTHÁRSIS

    Bare your soul to those yellow pages
    And let catharsis betide.

    ©Sadrita

  • juhiyverma_ 73w

    यादें समेटते अब थक चूकी हूॅ
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    कुछ ज़ख्म,
    ज़िंदगी.....
    तुझे जी कर भी
    और जीना चाहती हूॅ।

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    ज़ख्म...

    यादें समेटते अब थक चूकी हूॅ
    तुझे समझ के अब सम्भल चूकी हूॅ
    कुछ ज़ख्म,
    ज़िंदगी.....
    तुझे जी कर भी
    और जीना चाहती हूॅ।

    ©juhiyverma_