When we were kids n cudn't speak n felt insecure n wanted to be loved n caressed, all we had to do was stand in front of an elder n just hold out our arms, we were sure to be hugged n comforted. But now dat we have grown up n have extended vocabulary, we fear becoming more insecure at d discovery of rejection of our held out arms, and prefer silently adding our insecurities to the fire dat shapes our egos.
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Your love was like a sea Sometimes the waves touched me sometimes they did not I wanted it to be over..... Sometimes you approached m...
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कल समुन्दर किनारे रेत पर चलते चलते निहार रही थी रेत के माथे पर बनती बिगड़ती लकीरों को ; लकीरें जो समुन्दर हर पल के पलक झपकते बना रहा था ...
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I am not morose Though I choose in blacks n whites White or black be it what it may But that what's within should be without No ind...