I let my heart break into a million tiny pieces, at least it was real this time.
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A Little Too Much
Cries too much Writes too much Feels too much Speaks too much Calls too much. A little of too much.
Read MoreI Shall Not Wish You A Happy New Year
Its 2077, the Nepali New Year. Yesterday was New Year’s Eve. The city that wouldn’t be able to sleep due to the lights, music, and people are devoid of the very thing. The wind growled a little louder through the empty streets. The asphalt wasn’t made for silence, but it might be a good listener…
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On Inspiration: A Note
When you get to see someone chase their dreams, hear their voice brim with joy or the moments of resignations, you know it’s real, both the person and the dream. You can almost catch the rhythm of happiness and failure, the moments of pauses in between. You know how one could love something so real…
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Ask | A very Short Poem
Ask, for if your heart should break, let it break for the right reasons and not mere assumptions. Ask, for if your heart should still break, you’d know you were brave. Ask.
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Curved, Convoluted, Confused
It’s okay to be curved, convoluted, and confused, to have the wires of your life twisted and turned as if ready to dance upon each other. Because look at the vessels the body encloses, look at them and you shall see how they twist and turn. Laid straight they could travel twice around the globe,…
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The Wordcastle 