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The Diary

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The festive lights through which she runs away from him after ruining his hair, does the reflection of the lamps on her beautiful face which compliments her smile, makes him feel butterflies in his tummy. Does she suddenly disappears? Oh wait, did someone pull him from behind? And yes it's her pretty eyes which dive deep into his, and make their love pure, like every time. She surely has a miraculous aura which she carries with her red saree. From the collar, does she pull him closer to her and smile like she has everything in her life, or maybe he feels like that lady makes his life meaningful than ever? And wait, does she give him a purpose to be what he is, and make him feel more than just a particle in this big universe?  How the black in her eyes, dissolve perfectly with the hazel brown of his pupils. Is she all what he puts in his diary, every night after she makes his shy soul laugh out loud in the quiet night? She definitely does. The ship which sails through the blues of
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Ethereal

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Captured with her thoughts in this universe, she kept her bag besides the wooden table. Many voices surrounded her body, but  her  heart still searched for a silent voice. She found  hers elf lost in these greens, but then she saw those steps coming towards  her  And then the died roses wanna bloom, with a different love, but gradually. Caught up with literature, they enjoyed the silence too. A crowd of people surrounded us, yet they can't be bothered. Are their universes supposed to meet? do they reside in the same galaxies? But fusion produces a spark, Will it turn out to something beautiful Or destroy every bit of art? ~Shreshtha Verma
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The Best Parcel

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"You are still upset from me, right?" "I never said" he replied. "I could see that" "Keep assuming things that aren't true" And that's how she believed that her only best friend isn't upset from her any more. It will be almost a year of their friendship, this next Sunday, and she was really excited for it. "I couldn't wait for you to read those pages for you, your reaction is awaited, dude!" "Well, I won't be there on Sunday" he replied and chuckles to her. "Did you mean, you won't be there on the day we will be completing a year?" And he agreed with sigh. "Dude..."  Hangs up the call* To be honest, she was kinda prepared for it. Because happiness wasn't something she received at ease.  On the night before the day he left the city, her phone's screen flashed with a notification, "Will be leaving tomorrow, see ya soon" "I will miss ya" "Even I will&quo
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LIONESS

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  She might not be dressed in black,  nor she has any spikes on her back, she just walks like a queen,  oh darling,  here's the lioness! She didn't get what all she wanted nor she was born in a billionaire family, she stood up from the darkest of nights oh darling,  here's the lioness! Her heart is still kind, her love is still alive, because gems are meant to be protected, oh darling, here's the lioness! Suffocating mornings the days felt like bane she wiped each tear from her cheek oh darling,  here's the lioness! Her heart still sinks, when the universe hurt her stars again, but her shoulders are broader now, to carry the heaviest of their pains, oh darling,  here's the lioness!   ~Shreshtha Verma
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Ordinary Day

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(I just penned down a normal day of my busy life, while sitting in the classroom) I was running late for the school that day. The butter which was sliced and applied has melted and the pores of the white bread has absorbed every bit of saltiness of the fresh, yellow butter due to the increased heat waves these days. Today, I kept my hair open because I loved the way they are naturally curled, and I didn't want myself to ruin them. They were looking pretty, so I didn't felt the need to pick my hairbrush and run it through them. I picked up the bag and left my home in the hope that today it will be a bit happening than before. The hinges of the old, red vintage door used to sound a bit sad, maybe that's only something what I felt! I was on the second last story of 'falling in love again' by Ruskin Bond. It has the collection of all the romantic stories I love, as a romantic writer. Sometimes, I doubt my heart that where all did this affection came from? I never recei
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The Treasure Box

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Last September,  I made some memories  Sugar-coated, just some happy memories And here I am, keeping them safe, in this treasure box. Maybe I won't have you till my last breath, Or if you will stand beside my grave, No matter what will be happening next, But I still remember, and I still treasure, And here I am, keeping it safe, in this treasure box. To every place we spent those sunsets together, I just have a huge smile when I walk by. Looking up the stars again, And here I am, keeping the memories safe, in this treasure box. Our universe might just have 'crossed', Some in these Polaroids, And some in my poems. And here I am, keeping our 'OLD US' safe, in this treasure box. ~ Shreshtha Verma
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