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Stories of the sleepless.. That strange beautiful time,
When dampness of the morning mingles, with the haze of the night mist,
I lie awake; dreaming.
- Shivangi
Within a small span of this spun out moment,
My heart burst into a thousand shiny stars.
Stars
As I look down on me,
A speck in the endless world.
Smaller are my problems,
Minuscule from here above.
Its decided then,
I'm a bird today!
Fly
Sky? You ask.
No, not even the stars.
You, just you,
Tripping on my Heart!
You
Gathering wind, it rushed towards me
Touched the ankle, then my knee
I ran away, to a higher ground
Laughing, as I tried to flee
Shaking my shoes, spilling the sand
Waving at waves, pulled back to the sea
Wind
Why this immense silence, pierced by the rhythmic beep.
People mourning around my body, While I live on, as I sleep..
Sleep
Wish I had heard those words
Which I never said to me..
"You are special, lovable, extraordinary
You are, what you are supposed to be"
Wish I had written such letters and posted them to me
Wish I had..
Me
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