From the quill

Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?

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Tranquility...

We love in a world of rushed greetings,

And ignored smiles...

We have lost our peace...

Tranquility…

When I walked through…. Fear of failure…. The leaves of the tree above me fluttered as they sang the song penned by the wind. The wind was i

We live in a world of mundane hugs,

And despised lies...

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Heartbreak...

The poet said, "I have never known any mystery greater than a heart..."

"Then love has to be a quest to disentangle the enigma... For, I have never seen a thing of beauty, as modest as a broken heart..." She said.

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In life, we often stumble upon cross roads...

Our path, our goals... They command us to make a harsh choice...

Fallacy…

Across the Fire…. When I walked through…. My eyes were squinting as I stood under the blazing afternoon Sun. My brow was frowned, lined with

Choose between the world... Or our soul.

Not once,

Not twice,

But at every single step of our journey....

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What's worse...

We have known love...

Of all kinds,

Of all flavours...

We have known pain...

Of all fibres,

Of all grains...

But...alas

What's worse than falling for the known?

It's not knowing how to fall out of it...

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The puddles...

Today...it rained...

Just like every other monsoon I have known so far...

And like every other monsoon; the muddy puddles of water didn't fail to catch my eye,

Like always, they didn't fail to tickle the curiosity in my inner child...

And I... I couldn't resist to jump in them...

Like every other monsoon...

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The café...

Scented with the mild fragrance of hot and roasted cocoa...

Buzzing with soft rants of long-lost friends...

Benumbed by the depth of a secluded heart; sitting in a corner, spilling its soul on a piece of paper...

A café; where lives are brewed and topped with magic...

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The local bookstore...

What seems like a regular day at the local bookstore, is actually the beginning to a myriad of beautiful stories… of love, passion and pain… of ambitions, dreams and success… of silence… and of chaos…

A bookstore is a shrine, where stories are sold to the hearts which confine them…