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I have walked a long way searching for home. I have hauled bricks in the promise of a roof; I have destroyed myself in heat and tended to this burning heart in the cold.

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I walk through these lanes again, a little sober in my mind, a little careless about my heart. A little more smart about success and a lot more naive about failure. My legs tire the same way on this heartless concrete; my heart skips a beat because it can recognize the spots where life changed. I smirk at the bent tree with it’s unsightly hollow; it houses a lot of secrets. Applaud the walls…

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I have risen and fallen and risen again. But, our love is the greatest war I have ever fought. I fight with myself. Am I asking for too much attention? When should I stop caring? Can we become better people with or without each other? Is it wise to tell you how much I love you, or is it better to hold my silence and just walk the talk? Words have a weird manner of binding us to a promise that…

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There is a little space in all of us full of cobwebs and things we store away from life just for our viewing pleasure. Mine has us. And every time I think of us, I think of the breathless times that leave our lips raw and this body, a slave. It’s a fire I cannot put off. I imagine that I will taste my name on your lips find home in your skin and acceptance in your arms. There are no happily ever…

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I check the windows twice; the gas thrice; the WiFi button four times and the keys that I place in the same folder in my handbag since time immemorial, five times before I break out into a sweat at the thought of seeing you once again.

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We break down, bit by bit. Sometimes by the edge of fields undisturbed, sometimes in the cafes and cinema halls that lead us to believe everything is possible.

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My doctor tells me that 3am cravings are a sign of things you are missing. Sugar, minerals, calcium, You. I wake up desperate to find something that tames this desire words like butter, that melt into me but I can’t find salvation. I am still looking for comfort, for you. I look for the chocolate you wiped off my face with a kiss that lingered but it is probably lost in a maze of tangled fingers…

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 Home is perhaps, not a place, but a condition. It is where people love and accept you with all your strengths and flaws, challenging and pushing you every day to grow a little more.

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i. I read somewhere that we are all made of stars. My mind is a sceptic, because it is born of the miseries of this planet, but this heart knows it is the truth because I have seen stars in your eyes. Intergalactic matter probably made us, but your skin on mine; impatient breathing that betrays my nonchalance and your tongue tracing ancient maps on me reminds me of galaxies that exist in stars…

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Breathe. Breathe deeply. And breathe again. Some people are beautiful inside and out and this world sometimes cannot handle beauty that spills into their skin, colours it into a shade that rules don’t understand makes them stand out in a crowd they carry the dawn in their eyes and the dusk in the slight curve of their back and these are the girls that boys chase, but can’t touch these are the…

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Some days, you are never going to know how you are going to get anything done at all. But it will still get done every single day of your life, with a little heaving, shoving, pushing and ducking. It’s much easier to not know things sometimes. How else would we know the joys of first rains, a sunset that bleeds colors, love that enters and stays without warning, growth that destroys and still…

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Start. Start now, here, today. Start because there will never be a grand moment of revelation; this ain’t the movies. There will be pain. Fear. Doubt. Your voice will tremble, and so will your heart. Start, because you must. Start because there is no other way out. Life is unforgiving, but waits for its winners. You can wait and watch as life passes you by. Or you can let the world hear your…

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There are times when we feel like we are meant to be alone, like every choice we have made culminated into a big mistake called the present. Maybe, we have created this entire world full of lights that shine hard yet full of vacuum. Science tells us that light cannot survive in a vacuum. Life tells us what a lie this is. And maybe, that is exactly what propels us into disbelief over one of our…

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There was a time when life was easy. When distractions were few and people were patient. When love waited it’s turn and was not challenged with last seens and blue ticks. There was a time when romance was in poetry and not emoticons. When words were measured and actions, thoughtful and deliberate. There was a time when waiting was a part of loving. When seeing each other everyday was a luxury…

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love, always.

Do you know what it is like to love a man who can turn your heart into the open sky and a solid wall at his will? I wait for some closure, like a unicorn, to save me from myself. I haven’t slept well since the night you left. Every corner, every turn, every song held our memories, now scattered across the universe like shards of glass, waiting to pierce me at unexpected moments. I walk on the…

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Let's reclaim our bodies

Let’s reclaim our bodies

I know what you did. And I know it’s a secret you are trying desperately to hide. It wasn’t the half eaten sandwich or the untouched box of cookies that gave you away. It wasn’t even the wistful manner in which you saw our pictures or critiqued your jiggly bits that gave you away. It was your quiet trips to the toilet after every meal. You did it for that boy who thought you were too fat for his…

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To my ex best friend

To my ex best friend

Conventional literature has kilometers worth of matter on love and broken hearts. No one ever tells you how to break up with a best friend. Best friends have their own language of love and as silly as that sounds, there isn’t a greater way to describe it. We celebrate each other’s victories, soothe each other’s fears, indulge each other’s hysterics and protect each other at every cost because,…

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