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February 23, 2017
 

He was the person to make a first move
He was the person to make a decision to make her his life
He was the person to get his ego in between them
He was the person to get his unlocked box of emotions in between them
He was the person who took decision to prioritise his career
He was the person who was totally insecure and cynical
He was the person who believed a lie he constructed
He was the person who believed that she cheated in spite of her denying his acquisition
He was the person who took a decision to leave her

He became her forgotten memories....

Hurray for Hollywood
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February 21, 2017
 

NeYo comes on, I laugh...

We jammed old school in your car that day, laughed and wandered around the mall. I dropped that plastic thing, it made a loud sound and we ran like little kids. Both of us were in awe at the sonic in a food court.  

Who knew a stupid song would bring up fond memories...

I miss you, I hope you're ok.

ORIGINAL
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February 20, 2017
 

Dear Muse

My words are becoming empty; shallow.

Because my memories of you are finally
    starting to fade away.

Thoughts of you are less frequent; your
   shadows have dissipated.

Soon will come a day that your time in
  my life will lose purpose.

What will I write then?           JD






*Losing Words*
#DearMuse #WritingPrompt
#6WordStory #11WordStory #10WordStory
#14WordStory #5WordStory

QUILL CREATION
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February 20, 2017
 

#She needs this.
Her desk is her life.
Her pen her best friend.
And papers her universe.

As the clouds covered the sky she started to write. Filling pages after pages. Pouring down her emptiness, her hurt.

24 years is a long time. She needs to let it out. She needs her peace. And she decides to write...

It all began when she was a child... she saw their fights, she saw what lack of love did, she saw what she should not have seen...so many ugly hurtful horrid things...

By 10...she became totally silent...she never had her tantrums... the childish wishes like the other children...never wished for new clothes, new shoes or frilly ribbons...

She grew up too soon.

All she wished for was l...

THE GAME OF LETTRS
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February 20, 2017
 

#Remembrance of You

Sometimes flash into my memories,
Sometimes come into my dream,

Want to shine in the sky of your eyes,
I'm not fragrance which sublimes,

Breeze is there but wants to feel you,
Moment is divine and colourful,
Pages of history will be forever marked,

Sometimes flash into my memories,
Sometimes come into my dream,

If won't have found you,
Did I ever had anything to search?
If won't have got you,
Did I ever had anything to loose?

You are my worship,
You are my love,
You are my treasure,
How can I ever dare to forget you?

Sometimes flash into my memories,
Sometimes come into my dream,

Wriggling again to smile because of you,
Starving again to win because of you,
Desper...

Hurray for Hollywood
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February 18, 2017
 

              "KILLING ME SOFTLY" Short Story

     'Here we go again…’ I thought, exhaling the breath I didn’t realize I was keeping, and moved forward.

      ‘It’s now or never,’ I kept reminding myself. With that thought in my mind, I went forward and turned the knob. The moment I walked inside, a blast of emotion coursed throughout my body.

     “I can’t,” I faintly whispered as I clutched my aching chest, not being able to keep my composition up and grabbing the desk nearby. As I touched the desk, I heard the sweet laughter of the people who once resided in this place.

     I could feel the warmth of the aura that filled the box of emptiness this place has. I could see them ...

ORIGINAL
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February 17, 2017
Lexington, United States

front porch dwellers : a poem

down among the front porch dwellers
in the juicy air of fresh-cut grass
and the warm aroma of mud and living things,
everything alive, alive, and alive—

deep down, the front porch dwellers,
they sip their sugary tea and melting ice
and watch it all mosey on by,
every second a second,
every hour an hour.

even the dog dwells upon the porch,
bony and hardy, with a hundred treed coons
and the calloused paws to show for it.
he pants his breath and swats a fly.

down among the front porch dwellers,
the wood sighs, too—
house wood, porch wood, tree wood,
sighing, sighing, and sighing.

down among the front porch dwellers,
low-slung clouds of summer snow
embrace the...

Hurray for Hollywood
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February 18, 2017
 

There's this lonely street
In the world of my imagination.
I am walking on it
Not so alone but
With your lovely memories on one side
And the beautiful moon on the other.
Where to look?
And
Where to live?
Your memories are the part of my life,
And just like you,
The beauty of the moon will disappear
by the fading darkness.
So I found you in the lights
of the moon to live with you
in your memories, Forever!

-Zeeshan.

STRIPE ME A LOGO
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February 18, 2017
 

Masterpiece

Nine years old Sahil loved to draw stick figure sketches. This morning was no different.
Blank white sheets were spread all over the floor. He struggled with brushes and water colours, for they always ruined his masterpiece. He was envious of his classmates. For some reasons, he never could give life to his family sketches.
His curious but naive mind was convinced that colours are the way to bring life in their lives.
Looking at his stick figures, he decided to try crayons. He picked his favourite pale brown one and started filling the skin. Within a minute, he realised that crayon is not sharp anymore and was going all over the boundaries. He picked up his utilities and ran ...

ORIGINAL
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February 17, 2017
 

Whats so special about the people we meet ?

One amongst the millions, why we always seek?

If it is, this Story of Life, each Character has a Role to Play !

What is it then, that decides, the Role they Play?

A day lived, is just a page written, and a memory engraved !

What is it then, that decides the Value it Keeps ?

-The Rusty Soul

THE LITTLE PRINCE
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February 17, 2017
 

"Thunders of Broken Night"

Flash!! Lightening fills the sky.
Boom!! Thunder consumes the void.
Woosh!! Wind dances through the leaves.
Hiss!! First dropp kisses the ground.

It is one of those nights,where a thunderstorm comes tumbling down the hills,
Shaking the window sills!!

On nights like these,I think of you, I think of us.
The promises we made,
The memories we created,
The moments we shared and the words that we said.

How I wish I could have you beside on nights like these,cuddling together,pouring our hearts out and talk.
As you would sip the coffee, I would recite my favourite poetry for you.

I remember the things,where you promised,you love me,where you promised to take care of ...

GIRL'S BEST FRIEND
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February 16, 2017
 

I miss you,he said
And then..
she deleted the screenshot.

LOVE IS...
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February 16, 2017
 

#SchoolTime Writing
Below lines I tried writing when I was in school, inspired by the one you'll read about below.

You were the cutest doll in the class,

Everybody was just so fond of your charm,

You were my competitor and shared the rank chart,

Was not aware of the secret you had in your heart,

One boy who never had any thoughts of love,

Started feeling the rythm of music and twinkling of stars,

One best day you got shock after a piece of chit you read,

It had the words you waited to listen and were best,

Boy felt the untold secret of love you had in your heart,

Agreed the proposal and seen never apart,

Polar liking and obverse interests to each others,

But ...

HARMONY
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February 15, 2017
New York, United States

11 years ago today

BABY STEPS SWEETY
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February 15, 2017
Tambon Ban Bueng, Thailand

Do you remember how we met?

We were on that English program together.

Remember how we became friends?

well...I was with the noisy crowd and you were with the quiet ones.. but the next thing I knew you were eating lunch with us.

LOVE IS...
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February 14, 2017
 

Dear Ex Boyfriend
I walked past you on the street, you didn't take notice of me. You looked happy. Your smile was reminiscent of our good old memories. Do you still like your coffee black? Does she remind you to grab breakfast? Do you still fall asleep on the couch, watching TV?
When I wear your favorite dress I wear your compliments too. When I wear your favorite lip color I wear your kisses too.
How inseparable yet separate?
Did you leave a part of you with me?
I have roses at my doorstep and a gentleman in my life.
Why are you still on my mind?
EM

MY PRINCE
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