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Myriad Thoughts

The strand of hair fluttered about her face, caressing her every now and then, as if in complete submission to her beauty. Her blank straight face posed a contrast, made all the more stark by the absence of any cue. An emotion would have been an acknowledgment, the indifference seemed unnecessary an authority over submission.

Quick Quotes20

"Your dreams, however trivial they might seem, are very sacred. Do not bargain them for anything, they are essentially yours. If you lose them, you shall lose a part of yourself, never to be found again. If someone wants to be with you, they should accept you as one complete whole, and not as pieces they chose to approve of you."

Midnight Ramblings

Twas a scream that only she could hear, enveloped by the silence around. It's shrillness like the chilly winter breeze cutting through her ears. She made a deliberate effort to let it pass, but it seemed impregnable. It instead passaged its way inside her, like a cold hollow, deeper and deeper so long as it became unbearable to contain and she wished she could divulge it all at once...

ME

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One half of me is a maverick untame; One half of me is utterly insane; One half of me yearns for attention; One half of me rebels restriction; One half of me grows morose when lone; One half of me fears unknown; One half of me loves like crazy; One half of me thrives on fantasy; One half of me thinks a thought myriad; One half of me never learnt to give up; Unfortunately, the other half follows the first! ;)

Babaji Ki Booti ;)

Is there madness in the air or I'm in psychedelic, For emotions are on the loose; Unfettered they soar me on a marijuana-high, Or swirl me down the dungeon low.

Quick Quotes19

To the Writers' Bloc: There are times in Life when the words flowing out of your pen obviate the need for a companion!

Melancholia

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Just so untouched she had always been, So untouched she shall be; The emotions that once swelled inside her, Are nowhere now to be seen. Lips pursed tight she sits in a corner, Into the hollow she stares; No dreams, no hopes, no expectations, There isn't a sign of a demeanor. Just so untouched she had always been, So untouched she shall be; Once there lived a pretty damsel, Her life's melancholy akin a solitary stream.