Somewhere in the Delhi. The city where chaos and calmness meet each other in the metro station.
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Dear time, please tell me how.
Do I think I have enough time for everything? I'm not sure. But one thing I do know is that life is finite, and my time here is limited....
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Don't link my writings with my life.
I hate when people connect my life to my writings.
I’m just a person who writes—the only thing that should matter is what I write.
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Good old days
Can I go back to the good old days
just for one last time?
To smile without the weight of pain,
and breathe in the calm of peace.
To make myself believe that chaos
and suffering no longer lingers within me.
To live a life unburdened by curses,
to feel blessed-
the way I always deserved to be.
Can I go back to the time
when everything seemed beautiful,
even if only in my dreams,
just one more last time?
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Phoenix
After all the chaos,
I will be reborn from the ashes
and soar high to the moon,
like a phoenix from a fairy tale.
I hope you’ll watch me
rise, just like the old days.
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The Night
Sometimes, the night is a good time to hide yourself from the rest of the world. It gives a sense of relief, allowing you to be exactly as you want to be.
In the middle of the dark night you become your true self.
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Am I asking the right questions?
I want to ensure I'm asking myself meaningful questions that encourage self-awareness and guide me to the better life.....