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pallavi gupta

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India
India
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July 17, 2017
 

Cars were his first love...

The day he first came outta hospital in his mother's arm and saw the world with his half-opened eyes, his father welcomed him with a newly bought car.
The father who had till now driven other's cars wanted his son to have one of his own from the very start!
It was since that day that his destiny was tied with cars.
He had grown into a lover of Cars, he drank, breathed and cared about cars. He dreamt of having  100 cars of his own. He learnt driving all on his own by the tender age of 10. He used to take away his father's car out sheepishly in the night and had fun driving it at 100's speed on lonely roads. He enrolled himself in a car garage for summer holidays...

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July 14, 2017
 

Frozen Love!


Ignited we were when we first started...
Now the whole landscape has frozen!!

Mysterious and untrodden was the path of love for me...
He came like the wind and swayed me away
in the labyrinths of emotion that people call....Love?

Those were the long nights of winters
Gusts of Passion...
trysts of phone calls
His voice drummed harmonies in my ear
waiting all day long for the late night hours
hours converted into days but (My) days were reduced only to those hours~~~~
Freedom was felt only in the cage of his arms

We grew older
the emotions hay-wire
and....

the winters gave way to summers
Passions became dry...
phone-calls laconic!
his complaints cac...

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May 2, 2017
 

aaj jo kalm uthakar likhne baidhi
toh sihai faail gayi
us sihai main apni dastan jo dhoondne baidhi
toh khud hi kho gayi
kuuch bhi nahi jo dil ko behter kar jaye
kuuch lamhon ki na sahi..ek pal ki kushi de jaye
raat bhi kaali aur khamosh hai
is raat main sitare jo dhoondne baithi
toh raat hi kho gayi

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November 8, 2015
 

Nightmare

I'll remain loyal to the nightmare of my choice..
which comes every night and soothes my ears with a whispering voice.

It holds my existence tight in its strong arms..
ejaculating in my every vein its bloody charms.

I try to get rid of the fetters by putting my nails in its very face...
but it overpowers me, making my breaths run a defeating race.

I perspire, strangulating drops on my face and nape...
a devilish smile escaped his lips while my life is being raped.

I beg it to at least let me die warm and alone...
with cruel smug it says, you are my passion and even your death I own.
With half-closed eyes, violent relief and tears loitering in these eye-lashes..
I saw a deadl...

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November 7, 2015
 

lettrs..
Wandering here in the musings of  myriad feelings
I realize how powerful writing can be.
how subtly it deconstructs one's own manifestations of self ...
making space for an altogether new identity
how honestly it opens the untended wounds, and gently puts the bandage
how it questions and understands at once ..

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November 6, 2015
 

He left me, flabbergasted ,with his charisma
I flunked in deciphering the man, I named Enigma..

On that rainy day...when our eyes first met ..
His erotic smile took away my very breath...

' Coffee?' , he asked me in a whispering sonority..
'yeah,,,' escaped my lips at once, without my authority,,,

Droplets of water dripping down his hair..
increased the dizzying effect of the coffee aroma in the air..

He completely smitten me with his wit, every single word he uttered was a hit!

mmmm...the way he threw his head back and laughed his manly laughter..
How i tell you..how it made my heart beat faster?!!
....
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His whole aura was like coffee's soft cream..
the moment I woke up from th...

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November 5, 2015
 

Dear Death..
I often think of you..
Of your feel, of your smell
Of how you will turn out to be?
Warm like a lover's embrace?
Or shrouded in misery and despair?
Will you be affectionate and mild?
Or malevolent and wild?
Slow enough to let me recollect my memories?
Or Sudden to the point of making me go blank?
At times, I have seen you come uninvited in the prime, bringing tornadoes
and at others, I have witnessed your hosts begging for your arrival
Come for me but at the twilight... tip-toed with the autumn breeze at the cusp of day..
Swing me away in whatever direction you want
So Dear Death..
Be Kind..
as I often think of you

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November 5, 2015
 

Dear Death
I often think about you.
...about your feel, your smell...
...of how will you come to me?
like a lover's warm embrace?
or shrouded in misery and despair?
Will you be kind to me or malevolent?
Slow or Sudden??
Will there be time enough to recollect the beautiful memories ? Or your sharp harshness will make me forget all?
Will you be an uninvited guest in the prime ? or Will you make your host wait too long?
I often think of you at twilight
And wish...that you come serenely,
tip-toed at the cusp of the day
When I celebrate both the deeds of the day and coming of night
Swing me away with you softly in that autumnish breeze
Dear death...
be kind to me..
as I often think about ...

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May 26, 2015
 

It's in detachment with others that we discover our true self at times...

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May 24, 2015
 

The way your lips part,
and a beautiful curve forms...
This curve is a way to my heart, with all its lethal charms..
Bathing in the brook of your self-glory,
I lost myself somewhere in your delicious stories...
Ahh...now I realise and recall
how glorious and invisible was my fall..
This beauty of yours I wanna stash somewhere safe and close..
Like the booklovers safekeep forever a rose 🌹!

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May 23, 2015
 

swimming in the ocean of  💕 is not  for lovers,
they drown
untethered, unanchored..
to be lost forever
never to recover..

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May 22, 2015
 

sometimes I lose myself in we
and try to look myself in thee
but you never have been me
then how can I be your she?
you talk, you manipulate... my me in me...
when you never have been mine- he or she
then why would I change me to thee?
I'm best.. when I have 'mine me' with and within me

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May 21, 2015
 

love is anything but a phoenix...
one burns in it to be born again!

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May 22, 2015
 

how difficult it is to be original in a world so fake;
everytime I try to be me,  my social acceptability is at stake...
to be strong and vulnerable at once is a thought so rubbish for society
u cant be both,  either be weak or completely mighty..
how can I be either this or that?
when my emotions work like a spoilt brat?   

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