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meghaa_
2w
Read MoreThis is poem,
Of a mourning sky,
That sheds away stars
Ripping off one entire city
My hometown,
To be precise,
Is where my mother grows sunflowers
Under cloudy smiles,
Of a foggy rainbow
And I wait in this poem,
Untill the sky's demise
I see birds crossing territories
And broken shores
Just to build a home
Out of wreckages
Woven with love
My words change shades
Like weather forecasts
Is it too long?
Have I been tripping,
On fault lines?
Or am I the poem
Smiling between a storm?
Sunsets time travel,
To their native place
Here we learn,
To embrace summers
While the winter soldier
Is still not dead
I'm scared for this poem
To dissolve in a void
Into nothingness,
It's morning already,
Nothing breaks like a heart
Not even the skies
I open my eyes
Someone stole my reverie
And I lost my quill
~M e g h a//emptiness
#weather
Edit:
9:22 p.m
2/05/22
It was a pleasure to be read by you all, and a greater pleasure to read you all. I had the loveliest time here, but I believe it's time I indefinitely postpone visiting here. Take care and never stop writing.
Love,
S -
meghaa_
3w
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The other side of an apocalypse
Starts to seem
Like Hitler's love story
Almost unscripted
While mortals brooded
Upon war zones
The rain-Gods you see,
Flood your territories
While an old lady
Who plants sunflowers
On the remnants of,
The broken state lines
By the same storm,
Who took her child away
There will be books written
And banners raised
Yet the Gods will fire a treatise
To immortalise the storm
You will hear sobs
You will hear screams
But if you make it,
To the cyclone's eye
You'll hear your name
From the other side
Of the apocalypse
And I swear,
That's what
True poetry sounds like.
~M e g h a//Retreat to roots
#broken #wod.
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meghaa_
12w
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Gen-z teens these days
Are high on keto diet
Strictly vegan meals
And insta stories
Of post break up haircuts
The real deal,
Is between Gods and humanity
The latter racing towards resignation
This is the night,
I drunk mail Russia
While I over-drug myself
Scheming a post-death masterplan
Where I knock on humanity's gate
With a rejoining letter,
In my hand.
~M e g h a //humanity?.
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meghaa_
15w
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I've cried a sea
For someone
Who put down his mast
Way before,
I learnt to sail
But here I'm,
One voyage later
Spelling your name
Like a prayer,
A homecoming
You see,
I don't care about
Your rocky edges,
Broken shards,
I'll keep falling
Into you
Against you,
For you
Because you,
You're my only shore.
~M e g h a// foreign shorelines
Old stuff.
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meghaa_
17w
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January is a painting,
Made from the leftovers
Of Picasso's pallete
To put our lives into a metaphor:
The blue skies there,
Await for a kite
That's anchored too tight
But you see some kites
Take the best of flights
When let go of their strings.
~M e g h a//soaring
#painter #wod
@_firefly also, a very happy birthday to you . I've had a very brief interaction with you but a memorable one. Best wishes �� stay blessed.
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meghaa_
18w
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I've built a paper town,
Where gypsies halt
At lighthouses
And pigeons deliver,
Their mothers' touch
The peddlers sell orphan smiles
To barefoot cuckoo's on snowy roofs
Houses here,
Are mixtapes
Of every word you ever wrote
And every tune the gypsies sung
The maple leaves harvest acid rain,
For every autumn that ever passed.
The fast cars in your neon-lit city
Often lose track to end up here
I'm the calm of a warm blue sky
You're the call of the electric blues
This is the milkyway of transition
Where stars align with dreamy hopes
You're the nomad to cityscapes
I'm the road to autumn town
You're the atlas to foreign world
I'm the map you never touched.
~M e g h a// Apocalypse
The song that inspired me: Autumn town leaves by iron & wine
#song #meg_wn.
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meghaa_
19w
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My father's household,
Speaks a different vocabulary
To mother's
Who crossed a sea
And a storm,
For the sake of her vermilion
So when the world tries to drown me,
I warn them a poem
This is the daughter of the same,
You tried to tame,
Years back.
~M e g h a// inheritance.
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meghaa_
20w
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#skinny #wod #meg_wn
This is my 100th post yay
And I want to take a moment to say, I find different types of writers here, extremely brilliant and versatile. But there are a lot of people who write here , not to enhance there writing skills but to dump their hearts. I myself am a person who literally writes upon this one topic, which is obviously monotonous which is the skies. And honestly I don't care if my readers get bored of if I'm growing as a better writer or not, but as long as my heart feels good I shall write about the same thing over and over. If you've been reading, then I ask all of you to write whatever the heck your hearts want to and absolutely not give a damn. The prompts can wait, your heart can't. Thank you <3I'm the sunset
Stained
Poetry
Written
On
Stained
Yesterday
Yet,
Tomorrow's
Stained.
I'm the s u n s e t.
I'm the blue skies,
Etched
Canvass
Van-Gogh
Painted
Etched
In
Stars,
Hope's
Etched.
I'm the b l u e s k i e s.
I'm the rains
Drenched
In
Motherly
Tears,
Drenched
In
Memoirs.
Muse
Drenched,
I'm the r a i n s.
I'm the clouds
Sewed
In
Welkins.
Cosmos
Sewed
My
Name.
Revolutions
Sewed,
I'm the c l o u d s.
~M e g h a// of me -
meghaa_
20w
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The skies have mastered,
The palmistry
To read through the storm lines
This is what the fishermen told me
When their net caught a poem
A discarded one,
That had my name
All over it.
The skies are an atheist's temple,
Where I go to pray
Spreading my arms
At the sun's interlude
And ask,
"What do you see,
Is it a catastrophe?
Is it me?
Or is it him,
All over, again?"
A lady from the woods,
Stops by the sand
:It's always the waves
That drowns the ship
You're a poem,
That made it out,
Of the shipwrecks,
And storms,
And someone out there,
Is dowsing the sea
For the muse,
Behind the lost poem"
~M e g h a//letting go.
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meghaa_
20w
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My city is devoid,
Of sparrows and mailboxes
But separatists brick walls,
In burnt neighborhoods
There're girls whose A grades;
Do not make up
For their ripped jeans
And denim skirts,
And fire red hair dyes
But you are the one,
To deform a Ed-sheeran song
So that miss out on the neighbours
Bitching behind my back
You now nothing,
Of insta reels or pop culture
But you know what,
We'll be fine
As long as we get kishore kumar right
And Dad,
This poem is not for the other day,
When I left home in a guy's car
But for all the times
You took Pride
And for my hair
I'm going to dye
For all the times,
You've spinned a happy end
To my crappy stories,
Of boy-trouble
Here's me saying thank you
I love you,
To the moon and back
~M e g h a//To a king from his princess.
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bluebird
2w
why
"Two for the two of us..."
Its prettier at night, the hills, this city. Somehow, I lose count of the stars staring at us in the sky, perhaps intentionally, and instead I choose to imagine that the mountains of Shimla are falling asleep, ever so gently, wrapping themselves in a blanket that reflects all of those stars that seem to multiply everytime I look at them. If you've ever seen a mirror, you probably hated the sight, if you're anything like me, but oh love, ask me and I'd go quiet again. This quietness between the two of us isn't a stranger, I look at the mountains yawning at me, turn to my right and there you are, looking at me, as if you really meant it when you said that you have been in love with me since the day you saw me.
I can not recall of any second of my life before I met you, before I saw you, had known you, held you, kissed you. Who are you? Home. Where are you? Right outside my door. Linger a little longer, will you? Roam around, take a walk, smile at strangers, pluck wallflowers, but come back here. Be here, knock at the door, wait for me and I promise I'd open it everytime. Just don't stop knocking. Who am I? Jasmine. Where am I? Home. Who are you? Home.
Where are we? Home.
Home isn't without either of us. So linger till we are, till we exist. Linger till you leave behind your scent. I'd follow, perhaps a few blocks behind you, I'd be riding a cycle, paddling slowly and closing my eyes for a brief moment, and I'd smell you. Your present absence will carry me forward, bring me towards you. There's a handkerchief in my pocket and it smells of you. A flower, a weed, some fondant, and an icecream stick. The thread around my neck claims that I'm yours, could you say it again? Please say it again. Who am I? Yours.
I've been sitting on benches that have been freshly painted, closing my eyes yet again, and wishing for you. There's a mouth moving next to me but I can't understand what it says, because my hands are empty right now, so are yours. Then my fingers, oh God, they have started to linger too. Crooked and cut, burnt and shaky, they start playing with your thread, as if I was praying, as if I knew how to pray and use my rosemary. I prayed for you today, I have loved you today. I hope your clock moved forward unlike mine. Two for the two of us, seconds passing like flowing water between toes, minutes like birds flying during a sunset and hours like afternoon naps. Seconds, minutes, hours for me haven't passed since the day we sat on that one dry bench, that one night where the tip of my cold nose didn't stop tickling your neck. My hands still want to smell of you, my heart still wants to beat faster, it begs me and it keeps begging all night.
And I love you, something I could've doubted weeks from today. But I love you, why? It fails to fall into words. Yet I love you in a way that is perhaps not something we can decipher. Life has a meaning, people die looking for a purpose, but then, I've never come across a page that had no reason to exist, be torn apart and then stepped upon. Newspapers that were meant to be read and yet are being used to soak in that excess oil or bubble wraps that were meant to protect fragile boxes but are being used as dopamine enhancers, somehow they have a reason to exist. My love for you, it doesn't. Sometimes, reasons to exist cease to exist themselves. There is no right, no truth, no wrong nor a lie. Sometimes, nights are simply dark and days are simply bright. You inhale, exhale. You smile, you cry. Sometimes, there doesn't have to be a why. What are we? Us. How are we? Happy. Where are we? Home.
And that's enough.
Sometimes, you can hold me, ever so gently, or ever so tightly, in a way that the blinking of your eyes tickles my neck, the breathing of your nose sweats my chin and the movement of your toes tangles within my black threads. I love you in a way that your head laying on my chest becomes a part of my heart, beating so fast. In a way that the closing of your eyes makes me fall asleep. In a way that the tears in your eyes because of the fear of losing me become mine. In a way that your hand over my stomach becomes mine. You become me. Who am I? You. Who am I without you? Nothing. Who are you? Mine. And that's enough.
Perhaps, it is this. Why do I love you? Because you are my reason to be. Who am I without you? Nothing.
And we sit. We sit and hold hands and we run out of words. Oh but then what? It's quiet. Unfortunately we forgot to write our scripts for each other. But then, it's the way you linger, the way I turn around and find your lips a few centimeters away from mine. Your eyes staring at me as if I was a dream and mine staring at you as if I was dreaming. And we stare, and you ask me "what is it?", I shake my head left to right, you shake yours, and then we smile. What are we doing? Falling in love. And that's enough.
Words cease to matter because of what is in proximity. You, next to me. Things are prettier at night, did I tell you? Stop your watch then, let's just stay here a little longer. How long? Forever. Pause, freeze the moment, I'd try to get up and leave to catch the last cab; hold my hand, pull me back. Take out my water bottle from my bag, leave it by the bench, call me again, bring me back. Give me your jacket, forget your keys in it, call me again, bring me back. Kiss my forehead, let me cry, cry with me, make me smile, smile with me, bring that back. Ask me if you can kiss me, let me say yes, let me kiss you back, ask again, bring it back. "What are we doing?" "Oh nothing, just falling in love." "Is that enough?" "That's enough."
"I can't lose you."
But how can you? Can't you see? That watch would still work if you decide to walk away from my door. And I would still ride my bicycle trying to find you, but there would be no scent of yours reminding me of the correct way. Where would I go? I don't know. Where do I want to go? Home. Who are you? Home. Mine. Everything.
How can a home lose its resident? Where my scars are seen as a story, where you kiss them, wishing you had kissed them sooner, not to make them go away but to make them hurt me less, why would I go elsewhere? Linger in the rain, I'll be there, in the storm, roam around in the streets, I'll be there. No one would wonder where I am, because I'll be with you. Be that feeling in my chest that is so beautiful that it aches. Be a poem that I can't seem to get off my head, yet can't quite write down, just because words won't be enough. Be the vowels in my name, be the sighs that I take. Be my favourite color, the beating of my heart, the songs I can sing. And even if years later I can't recall your face, be the only one I can afford to be in love with, barely, just a bit. Be mine. Who are you? Mine.
Is that enough? Probably.
©bluebird -
thunderclap 2w
Read MoreTo piyul,
The girl with long hair, innocent smile and the dp of Dan Brown's books; that's how the first impression of piyul remains with me till date. Woah, second birthday wish. First one was kinda chaotic like tumhari and chaheti ki convos under my posts. Piyul it seems has gone some tremendous transformation. Piyul is the person who knows everything about everyone, like me and sneha, and we worry a lot and use humour to tone the stress down.
Happy 18th piyul. Kind of makes me realise I'm going to step out of 18 and break into 19. Tch tch I'm getting old. Khair,
The piyul I remember is the kindest person who gave everyone incredibly heartwarming genuine compliments, the piyul I know is the person who never stops trying to be her better self. The piyul I admire is the person who stands upto for her friends and has a strong conscience.
Piyul can really ace any genre she wishes to try, just like me �� jk, the way piyul writes, exists it's just marvelous wonder of nature and is one of a kind.
You know what? When I hear Anuv Jain ke gaane, I think of piyul. Piyul is the clinking sound of rain drops plopping to parched patches of unsewn hearts, she's the kindness everyone perseveres, the kind of happiness she loudly sprinkles whenever she saunters.
Tum jaisi ho bus wesi hi raho
It's such a tragedy that day by day mirakee memories as well as birthdays are slipping away from my mind not so slowly. But I miss everything. I suppose to be this way. Are we happy? Can't say but I feel everyone's doing better than they were. I miss piyul because now when I realise piyul had been there on the journey of sangfroid. Mostly like a shadow, but later half of my journey , her unwavering support and told me to not believe in my doubts regarding of not being a good writer. Thank you piyul for existing. I'm lacking words these days as if they're evaporating out of thin air.
Piyul is the starlit sky hung in the silence against the backdrop of swaying breeze.
Rise high, shine bright piyul, the girl who's got the most beautiful metaphors weaved softly like all the songs of Anuv Jain combined.
Happy 18th ✨
yours always,
sangfroid ��
@onemayhemPiyul
Peace strewn over wings of smile, crocheted
in crooning chaos of piled up memory cards laying
yonder, not knowing where to look for hope suffocating
under the weight of expectations, my
love, you bloom like an Anuv Jain song, spreading smiles don't worry, be proud and remember kindness
will return to you
in ways you cannot comprehend;
valiantly embossed with floral ribcages and
enormous space in your heart, you
deserve the entire world and pretty sunsets and
infinite hearts and poems praising your existence.
//Tu hai noor sa, noor hi hai alag//
-devika -
guzarraa 3w
Read More24th April '22
The polaroids hanging around her city
Tells the story of a pretty eyed girl
Who picks up pink periwinkles and
Tuck them into her hair like a 90's kid,
Her heart is a mural of the purple sky
Before sunsets and wisteria thick with
Childlike smiles and heather promises.
Summertime with its green soft vines
Leave her eulogies on her sunkissed backyard
Like how tall grass blades get thick with fireflies.
She looks like a fresh start in her town where
The streets are too old to ask for beginnings
But not enough to keep out rooms for healing.
There are swelling poèmes at tips of her fingers
Of black and blue Romanian metaphors
Of the songs of cicadas and robins and murmuration and bottled letters;
She is a soul carved out of ancient art
With rainbows and sweeter echoes
That can only belong to the honeysuckle hills.
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It's been ages since I last wrote anything but you are special so efforts have to be made no matter what ��I
Impassioned verses fall for her muse
Illimitably like an innocent evermore
Intertwined with ivory white hope
Inimitable like the morning blooms like
Imagination wearing thousands of hundreds of colors. -
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25th April, "22
To the girl with long hair jiska swag tu aj bhi status mein daalti rehti ��
We met like last to last year during um, October or November something like this? God damnit. I didn't realize one whole year plus another half has already passed since I met you and we haven't lost touch whatsoever :")
Did I ever tell you your sarcasm is still intact since the time I met you? Or should I say it has increased by 20%? But whatever. That's not the reason I like you. Rather I like how you use this satirical side of yours to turn even the gravest conversation into a hilarious one (I hate you for this at the same time). You are caring and kind and a potential friend for anyone who meets you because you just talk easy with everyone wherever you go (chal hutt, tu toh bas satan ki saheli ho skti, a blunt minded at that ��). And did I ever tell you that you are first person I talked with over the phone when I am so insecure about my voice and you are the first person I shared my what'sapp number with? Because I wanted to keep the friendship I had with you. We have this bond where I know, jo bhi ho jaye piyul hain, usko pareshan krenge apne dukh ka kahani se xD but jokes aside you have been a great friend last year when we were locked up in our houses from this pandemic situation.
Yaad hain pehle kitna egoistic thi main? (Ab bhi hun par thoda kam pehle se) bas kota ke kachori lekr jhagra kar liya tha tujse aur chaheti se xD uff, kya din tha woh sb. Tbh I miss those days no matter how we wouldn't get along at times. Best days don't come without the worst one and honestly I am so grateful to have you in my life :")
Did you notice the dp? I kept it. The phool you so pyarily send to me on rose day, mujhe nhi pata tha tu lesbo hain par koi na humare paas friendly wala pyaar dherr saara hain, thoda share kr lenge okay? ����
Emotions toh baki nhi ab meri ma, kafi sed rehti ajkal padhai wadai lekr �� aur teri neet aa rha (yes, I am giving you a terrible reminder again) par ALL THE BEST PIYUL! Khudka khyal rakh saali, boht tang ho chuki ab toh, kitne baar kehti rehti par nhi apna khyal rakhna nhi aata tujhe (-_-). Just get well soon okay? I don't like to see your health problems pile up more on your plate. Please please take care :(
Study hard and keep your head up, you can do it if you want to do it. Happy 18th birthday Piyul Dwivedi ��P
Poetic blooms snuggle close to her heart
Painting pink sunsets and childlike smiles
Pastel tenderness clinging to her hands
Preach how to untangle blued graces from
Paper like hearts and fly paper planes. -
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30th April, ''22
As you might have noticed, I started the countdown 9 days before. Maybe there's a gap between 25th to 30th but that's only because I have been pressed up with too much workload from school (we are getting offline classes now, like finally). Initially there wasn't any plan tbh. Even as I am writing this down for you, I don't feel that I can ever convey how much grateful I am to have met you in the first place in mere letters. But let me try maybe?
It rained here today. Rain has never been my favorite to begin with but I love the rush of cold wind and the smell of earth that comes as a aftermath of it. Things haven't sat well with me lately but today it feels like I am cleansed by nature. Do you understand what I want to say? Just seven hours more and your birthday clock will strike but seven hours before it rains to lift up my spirits. Coincidence? Probably.
You don't realize it but you matter to people here. When our whole group was here, I think you always added the cherry on top of everything with your light hearted spirit. Behind this rectangular screen we all are someone else. But I can only talk about the Piyul or rather the version of Piyul you let me know. I agree it takes a lifetime to know a person but sometimes when we get along like a house on fire, I feel like I have known you a lifetime. You like sunsets and skies and Anuv jain songs and tea over coffee and evening walks and using these "��,��'' two emojis and mocking publishers here (I am telling you, those moments are just lit) and taking loads of selfies ( don't kill me for this xD) and there's more, maybe an endless list of the little things I could notice in you but just know that you are more than what you think you are. And you will always be so.
You have a beautiful voice. The two times we talked over call, I let you speak more because really you have a beautiful voice. With you, it's like we can pick at any topics (best at dissing each other though) but it's fun. Things feel like home with you because you're more patient with me than you ought to be. And I can't ever thank you enough for this.
She holds out her hands
To the acrylic colors of the sky
Her soul a little more windswept;
A daisy crown over her head
She is a May ballerina
Waltzing her way through
Gathering cosmos and marigolds.
- Riya (or whatever names you like to call me these days ��)Smile a little more today will you? I would send you rainbows if I could
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To sunflowers and happiness :)
You know I love sunflowers they are vibrant, colorful and yellow maybe the color of happiness for most people and for me too. And while you're thinking that why she is talking about sunflowers it is because they remind me of you.
Standing tall in the summer of youth and following what they want to do. You are similar to them at such young age so mature, beautiful and a kind hearted one. I hit the jackpot when I came across you or might be I was founded by you.
I still remember the pandemic and how one day someone started reading all my posts regularly and that made me so happy. (just like sunflowers)
Now, It has been enough about sunflowers let's start about you and things I wish for you.
1.First thing first I want you to crack that exam and get a good opportunity for a good career.
2.I want you to have good people and energy surrounding you.
3.I wish that you never ever go through a hard phase and don't find me there to talk it out with you. That's the least thing I can do, right?
4. I want you to be the kind yet savage person.
5.I wish to keep you as the happy pill in my mind.
So, write a whole lot of poems and be happy.
Happiest Birthday piyu :)
From,
miss_worst
@ablaze_writer.
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hey there,
it's your big day, precious. hope you'll smile your happiest smile by the time you end reading this.
you're one of my good humans, you know that right! here's a small note for you-
I know seasons have turned their faces many times until now, leaves turned from green to yellow to brown, clouds gathered, rained and scattered away, yet this longing for better, happier and more livelier days has only grown stronger. there has been times I've wanted to pull down the grey sky and color it whole with my favorite shades of pink, blue, and all the colors that look happy, maybe you did too. but we're so much humans, aren't we, so we can only think, make up things, maybe on some days, paint our fingernails a perfect red, bake a good enough cake and write letters and poems to remind ourselves and the people we love, of how much we appreciate the good times we've had and wish to have too. I often wonder how great it'd feel, to lie on a verdant piece of earth, a pleasant sun smiling at our faces, a cool wind playing spirals with our hair, and surrounded by sounds of a place we all long to visit together someday. oh how I'd bet all I have for such a day! have I got you smiling yet? I hope I did, because even writing this feels so good. we may be just sisters or friends, or mere strangers who happened to meet each other in this big wonder of a world, and be glad about it forever. it doesn't matter, does it. but I hope you know I'll forever be smiling ear to ear when I think of you, and all the times we've peeped into our hearts through these white screens. someday, just like the day we crossed paths, life will bless us with another one, where we'll no longer be sitting apart but together. I love you, and I hope you live the best story you wish to be in. happy birthday, Piyul!
yours forever,
fairy.
@tamanna3.
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I wish I had things to say to you, more than I can today or ever. You were my first real friend there Piyul. And it was a wonder, how we clicked so fast. But this must be same for everyone who has met you because this is how much you make a person comfortable. You've made my Mirakee home, Piyul. You were the person through whom I could see the kindness of people. You've taught me so many things in life, and i could never thank God enough for it. You've taught me how kindness can change a person's outlook on life and how one person is enough to do that. You taught me how few words of encouragement can bring out the best in someone and compel them to be better. I met you at a point of time when I had nothing. No friends, no classmates, no one to call my own because no one understood. You taught me what kindness feels like, what encouragement feels like, what being understood feels like. And I would be lying if I say you don't have any part in making me who I am when the truth is, you are the very first person who inspired me to be kind to people and to be warm. And most of who I am, is a flame which you started. I'm sure you've touched so many lives like this Piyul. And it's just a warm reminder on your special day. Because very less people can impact on so many people's lives in such a less period of time. You will always be in my heart. And it's been a blessing to have talked to you, to have known you. I still remember our comments and the day you were sharing us about your past amd present situations. This birthday, I'll pray for your boards, of course. And your upcoming exams. May you get everything you wished for and everything you're meant to get. Never forget your worth Piyul. And never forget that we, are always here. Just a text/comment away. And lastly, you are by far the warmest person I've met in Mirakee. I'll always lovee youuu. Many many happy returns of this day lovee. I miss youu.
With all my love and heart,
Sadii <3
@daphnae.
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Miss Beautiful,
Idk what possibly more I can say here. It will all be a repetition of how much you mean to me. I know I have persuaded you into staying awake (I am not sorry at all for this) but only because I wanted you have something to remember. Something you can hold close to your heart.
Don't ever be mistaken how strong and brave you are, don't let people define you ever. Here's a small token of gift from me, the least I could do for you.
@guzarraa
P.S. I wish things were offline so that I could actually buy you something :/
@aperture.
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With periwinkles tucked under her hair
And sunflowers hitched over her lips,
Words have been her safest home, for heartbreaks turn into poetry for even catastrophes, which makes the crescent of moon whole.
Beautiful wouldn't suffice for the heart you've got kyu ki - Tu hei noor sa ,noor hi hai alag.
Isliye - Tum Jaisi Ho
Bus Wesi Hi Raho♥️
Happiest birthday beautiful human . I have been a great fan of your words and than beautiful smile of yours and may you never lose it.Wish we could have met earlier but koi nahi I am glad I atleast had the chance of knowing you. And to my fellow anuv fan jaldi hi concert mei jane ka mauka mile.Hope you have a great day and your day ends with the most beautiful sunset and even bigger smile on your face. ��
@sereiin.
