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"The last when I saw myself in the mirror. I contemplated about all the stories trapped in my mind. I asked mirror if I'd forgotten who I was born to be, and my mirror showed me all the times when I survived death just to snatch my share of light, when I ran along with fireflies to get a glimpse of the Northern lights, when I learned surrealism poetry to argue with Rimbaud about symbolism and the time when I cried to the moon in hopeless. obsession to turn me into a lycanthrope in sinfully long nights, so that I can remember how beautiful it is to be human."
"You, a science lover. I, a philospher."
You, a science lover.
I, a philospher.
You see moon as the only natural satellite of the earth, and I see moon as someone drowned in the waves of the ocean.
You tell me stars are million light years away. I tell you they are sitting beside the moon
whispering their love in his ears.
"Words scattered on the parchment Choked to death is not what I am. Love, death is what I am."
If I told you I were a catastrophe,
Colluded to shatter the
Bells of serenity
To start writing a new
Messed up piece on you.
Would you still look for your
Serenity in me
And talk about your gradual
"for your lost verses, i will turn into anything but with a taste of tradegy and tranquility altogether."
"Mirror I've always wondered what if my mirror asks me if I've chased all those wild passions and shameless obessions that I used to hide in my blue shoebox of dreams;"
I've always wondered what
if my mirror asks me if I've
chased all those wild
passions and shameless
obessions that I used
to hide in my blue
shoebox of dreams;
Will restore all stories present before deactivation.
It may take sometime to restore your stories.