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Autumn is Gods way of leaving a spell wild and untamed.

“God isn’t to be found amidst a prayer in the most sacred place in the world, when you’re perfectly prepared for it, without an ounce of impurity, God is there in your dance, in the middle of the market, in between your embarrassment of your wordly posture.”

We weren’t born to make it for the world, our mothers bore us to make the world and all the prowess that we have garnered took some sacrifices.

I was cold that night and you shivered, i let you wear my jacket. Until you were cold, all for long and i were left with everlasting shivers.

There is no one bringing things to fix your pain, there is no toy in the whole wide world that would make you magically stop crying anymore.

Antematter n.

The dream versions of things in your life, which appear totally foreign but are still somehow yours—your anteschool, your antefriends, your antehome— all part of a parallel world whose gravitational pull raises your life's emotional stakes, increasing the chances you'll end up betting everything you have.

Deep cut n.

An emotion you haven’t felt in years that you might have forgotten about completely if your emotional playlist hadn't been left on shuffle—a feeling whose opening riff tugs on all your other neurons like a dog on a leash waiting for you to open the door.

So it’s only humanly when people tell you to give up when you have failed way too many times but it’s a godly trait to loosen the rope longer, to keep giving chances when your subject is defiant, ignorant or even a fool, in hope that they would find the right thing to do and the madness of love and belief makes you find what everyone tells you; you would not.

Phir ek din aap apne gird dekhte hain, aap ko nazar aata hai ke woh log jinke lye aap hamesha maujood rahay houn, bina kabhi us bat ka ehsas dilaye, unse apko apni jeet ke liye chand alfaz bhi nahi miltay, aur akhir ek dafa aap ko apni qadr kam hone ka ehsas hou hi jata hai, chahe kyun na woh hamesha se wahan maujood na ho. Phir aap unko apni kamyabiyon ke bare mein batana band kar dete hain, aap unhe apni khushiyon mein shamil karna chor dete hain, kyun ke chahe woh kitni bar bhi aayein, woh haqeeqat mein wahan nahi aatay."

And they break your heart even when they’re not.

It's a new me, i am beginning to like things i have not before. I tell myself i am changing but I'm also the same person i was a few years ago. There must be a balance between changing and being the same that keeps me in inbetween. I do not know where this would take me but I'm certainly hoping to achieve something nice of it and reaching somewhere better than i have been before. Maybe the little boy in me fantasizing and being unrealistic has now shutup and given way to the one in charge; now however simple and boring, you are who you are not who you ought to be.

It's infact July, a terrible desire of seeing you emerged and went. And again like any year July remains at large.

And the butterflies thought they had something that the caterpillars did not, but the truth was they had lost the privilege to a home and now they in all their independence, were terribly lonely.

Nothing brings greater restlessness than a love that can't be expressed at its full and tosses your heart up and down in a bleak moment of vulnerability.

The ones who truly love you would not stop aching when further from you. They'd miss you when there is a happy day in their life, they'd miss you when sorrow arrives at their door. That's the reason people reconcile, they end up looking past so much just because they couldn't stand on giving up time with you. They don't want to regret not being there when you announce your first big win, they want to be there when your heart crumbles with pain and you push everyone away to be further in dark. Love is a constant effort that is far from rosemary's and gold, it's rusty chairs in the balcony, it's cranberry juice fresh out of lovers hands; bitter and sour as fuck but made up freshly picked fruits and lots of thought.

Hold my hand and tell me how terribly it hurts to hold onto us and see me love the gloom that brings me your face all the while long.

A home remains a home and the first thing you want to run to, to share any emotion that either heavily put you down or lift you up.

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