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March 11, 2017
 

While the world believed        
Humans evolved from monkeys.
Some idiots proved the theory wrong
by
Being monkeys all over again
But in the form of humans.

- The nomad pen.

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March 11, 2017
 

World is full of asses.
Half of them, working their ass off
While the remaining are lazing around.

- the nomad pen.

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March 11, 2017
 

If women were to name the world,
A part of it would be named 'love'
A part of it would be named 'hate'
A part of it would be named 'jealousy'
A part of it would be named 'I don't care'
And the remaining part of the world would be named 'Whatever'

- the nomad pen.

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March 11, 2017
 

Remember.
As long as you are changing for good,
you are progressing.

- the nomad pen.

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March 11, 2017
 

                  Loving you is like
                  Loving the art of
                       Ballerina!
                       Painful,
                     Demanding,
                      Tough and
               Seeking perfection.
        Yet, never wanting to quit upon
   Not because it astonishes the beholder
                        But because
            Not everybody are blessed to
          Love and embrace a pain like you.

                    - the nomad pen.

  

      
    

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March 9, 2017
 

Life's like an ocean.
Success is at its bottom.
Seems facile and reachable.
Only after you dive in,
You will know its depth.
And,
After the dive,
You have two alternatives available.
1. Fight-fail-fight until you reach where you want to be.
2. Fight-fail-give up and settle at a not very desired level and pretend to be satisfied.
Choice is yours.

Meanwhile you also have to make a decision to not give a heed to the other fishes in the journey.

- the nomad pen.

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March 6, 2017
 

Dear writers,

You bring life to words or I would rather say your words bring life in others. Though the castles of emotions built by you on the seashores keep washing away by the waters everytime, you don't give up. You build a new one time and time again.
Your musings are reflected through your ink. You spell bound the readers by making them smile and cry at the same time. You are the best in what you are doing and no other writer is your competent. You may have started this journey very early or very late in life. But, I know you are fighting. You are fighting with an ache that makes you who you are today.
And, you should embrace that. Love that.

- the nomad pen.

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March 6, 2017
 

Need.
Greed.
They sound alike
but,
they do not cognate.
Where one fulfills other kills.

  - the nomad pen.

        

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March 5, 2017
 

                  The era we live in
               celebrates popularity
               more than originality.

                   - the nomad pen.

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March 5, 2017
 

Follow your heart.
Not the herd.
Following their footsteps, you may not reach anywhere.

- the nomad pen.

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March 3, 2017
 

           They say there are a million
                better ways to love.
                      I believe,
               one way that reaches
                      your heart
            Is the best way to love.

                - the nomad pen.

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March 3, 2017
 

Love me
like am an incomplete poetry
you desire to complete.

Yet,
keep the love imperfect as if  
there exists constraint of words.

- the nomad pen.

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March 3, 2017
 

I want to be the peace of the morning
you wake up to.
I want to be the heat of the noon
you work upto.
I want to be the pleasure of the evenings you look upto.
I want to be the mess of the night
you curl upto.

- the nomad pen.

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March 3, 2017
 

If it's going to hurt
to love you with all your broken pieces,

It's going to hurt
to unlove a beautiful mess like you.

- the nomad pen.

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March 2, 2017
 

Yet again,
Two souls in love were murdered.
not by ego.
not by a third person.
not by the people.
not by law.
But by a fetus which left them
Incomplete
and their hopes
Unfulfilled.

- the nomad pen.

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March 2, 2017
 

If it takes courage to speak the truth,
it takes twice the courage to lie.

If it hurts to love,
it terribly hurts to be unloved.

If it is tough to be good,
it is tougher to be bad.

Everybody make their own effort to be what they are.

We may only see the result.
And perhaps, fail to recognize their endeavour.

- the nomad pen.

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March 2, 2017
 

Everytime I saw you
Deep down I wondered
If
I owned you
Or
You owned me.

- the nomad pen.

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March 1, 2017
 

They often said,
"Life's short, lets enjoy every bit of it."

Life smirked at them and questioned,
"What if I was prolonged?"

- the nomad pen.

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March 1, 2017
 

Why live?

The easiest question but has the toughest answer. "Why live?" is the most frequently asked question whenever in pain, in loss, in disgrace, in frustration or sometimes out of curiosity.

I'm pretty much sure that all of us have once asked ourselves "why to live?"

A few days back, I got into a conversation with a lady on the street from whom my friend purchased a chain. Seeing her attire I could guess she belonged to the northern part of the country, Rajasthan specifically. Her three children accompanied her from 10 in the morning to 9 in the night she said. When asked about the place she lived, she said "We live in a big ground, ma'am. We've our people who travel with us from pla...

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March 1, 2017
 

         In my song of love!      
      Your words, the lyrics
       Your  touch, the beat
   Your laughter, the rhythm
      Your silence, the coda.

           - the nomad pen.

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February 28, 2017
 

Hello, lettrists.

I have always been curious to know what inspires the writers to write.  

There maybe numerous reasons behind.
Let us all know what has inspired every one of us.

I share with you all what has inspired me.
I was an avid reader. In the journey of life, I never realised how I turned into a writer from a reader. There was a time when I just used to read others' works and wonder how could they create such magic with words. And not to deny, Pain changes our lives. Probably in my case, because I was lucky, pain turned favorable and made me a better person and I got a whole new meaning from life. Once I started writing, I never stopped it for anybody. Have received enough and m...

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February 27, 2017
 

Your presence, the summer.
Your joy, the spring.
Your tears, the monsoon.
Your  pain, my fall.
Your absence, the winter, caused for the rest of my life.

- the nomad pen. ©

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February 27, 2017
 

That one person,
You can't hate even after having a million reasons to leave. We choose to hold on to their imperfections.

That one person,
You can't love even after having a million reasons to take them in. We just choose one reason to push them away for their perfections.

-the nomad pen. ©

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February 27, 2017
 

Not everyone will see the potential in you. And so,not everybody has the right to make decisions for you.

-the nomad pen.©

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February 27, 2017
 

Hello, lettrists

I have created my official account on Instagram to post only my writings. I hope to you all will support and love my work over there too.

Kindly give me a follow @_thenomadpen.

Thank you, lots of love. :)

- the nomad pen.

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February 26, 2017
 

Closed doors!

Finding the right choice is like a maze. You try many routes and knock on the doors. If none open up there's no need to be dejected. Not all the doors remain shut throughout life.
And if you've lost an opportunity to try on a door, there's no need to worry. Every opportunity that's foregone isn't a loss. Closed doors often lead you to better doors, better places and better people.
Eventually you will have something better than what you've lost and yearned for.
Everybody receive their own share of everything and so do you.

- the nomad pen.

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February 25, 2017
 

I don't know to be sweet with words. It's either bitter or it's totally untasteful.
There are no ifs' or buts'. I either like you or I don't at all.
There's no hi and bye. I either talk you endlessly or I don't consider your presence at all.
There's nothing like close ones and strangers. I either smile at you or I just don't care.
There's nothing like you're my friend or enemy. I either help you or I just leave you alone to clear your own mess yourself.
There's nothing good or bad about it. I am either me with my conservative, arrogant and subtle attitude or I am the reflection of how you treat me with an attitude as fake as yours.

- the nomad pen.

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February 24, 2017
 

Poisonous nights,
Us in the dim lights.
Waiting to be heard,
Waiting to be touched.
Hear the story you wrote on my skin,
Embrace the memory of our sin.
Free your mind from the norms of the society,
Make me beg and plead like you are my diety.
Watch us slip the grip.
Pay attention to the beat of my heart that skip.
Listen to the song of my nerves, the dance of my breath to the tunes of your love.
Write a new chapter on every inch of my skin.
Until we become a book of our midnight sins.
Until we become a verse on everybody's lips.

- the nomad pen.

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February 24, 2017
 

"Why do you keep away from people? Why don't you allow them in your space?" Her friend asked.
She replied, "I don't keep away from people. I keep away from emotions. I keep away from attachments. I keep away from hopes that I build after letting them in. I keep away from the disappointments that shatter me into unfixable pieces. I keep away from letting people know that am sensitive. I don't want to let them know that I care. I just want to pretend that nothing matters so that some day I don't sit, realise and regret for giving a part of me to somebody who did not deserve it at all."
Her friend was in awe.

- the nomad pen.

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