i gotta love poets, they either romanticize everything or uncolour even the brighest of things

i used to find my answers in your poetries

i might be the most hypocrite person in this world, and it's not self pity.

self acceptance

was having a really eerie dream, and then i had a weird thought 'maybe this is a dream'
*tried to cut my arm* *no blood*
yes this is dream.
moved around in dreamland for more 2mins, thinks about waking up *tried hard* *wakes up*

Good, feels good to be back in real world.
everything feels so realistic now. really a great experience.

holup, what if this is a dream to do?
*tries to bite my arm, feels pain*. this is reality.

fast forward to 5 mins later when i see my building my falling down, *wakes up* *again*

In reality now. no i won't bite my hand or cut my arm.

yeah

apodyopsis

I dont care, if 500 yrs ago, some writer from someone godforsaken village wrote nothing is perfect..
For me love, U r like a rainbow in my colourless world, just perfect..

I want to hold you close to me and never let you go.

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all of my dirty thoughts involves you

"उस एक कच्ची सी उम्र वाली के फ़लसफ़े को कोई न समझा....जब उस के कमरे से लाश निकली ख़ुतूत निकले तो लोग समझे।"
- अहमद सलमान