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"And what do I say to that now?" he asked her. "Say what you feel. Tell me what is real," she replied. "I...

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Nobody-but-myself

"A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words. This may sound easy. It isn’t. A lot of people think...

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Hobson's Choice

Shards of misguided interests come flying your way and bluntly bounce off the surface of your soul. While the one you've etched in...

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Tonight, the sky is all mine

Tonight, the sky is all mine

I inched towards the door of the train just before my stop. I looked out and then up. It was 8:38 pm and the sky looked like it bel...

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No place for heartbreak

There should be a special place and time for hearts to break. In the privacy of a cave, in the silence of the night, under the shelter of ...

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The two of them

He uses the sunset to paint over her sorrow. And smears her face with the blue sky, just to smoothen out the lines and frowns. He kiss...

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Till death do us part

It never ends. It just changes shape and design, and sometimes, colour too. It catches you off guard with its varying textures and thread...

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Remnants

I don't think of you as often anymore, but when I do, it's always the things that I know I will never get over. Like the time ...

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Blank canvas

It suddenly struck her at 9:50 am on a Wednesday just as the cab she was travelling in turned left at the junction just minutes away from ...

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Romance

I've reached the end of romance.   Its tender undertones and subtle seduction now seem to dry up quicker than the rain than sprays...

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The way we used to be

The guy you had a massive crush on 10 years ago is now officially a senior citizen. The nicknames that your no-longer lover used for y...

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The flip side of loving you

I wake up engulfed in the aromas of spicy ginger and sweet cardamom wafting through the air. I wonder if this is something you've ever ...

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