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#review#asher Title : Sorry, Panache I don't think you'll ever trust me or talk to me again. All my attempts to apologize will go in vain. These feelings of my heavy hearted guilt. Will now make me unbend my emotional tilt. But I wonder even if I fix myself.. Will that day ever come when you'll revisit my shelf? That day when you'll unblock me and send.. "Hey Phoenix, you're still my friend."

Days go by Days go by in the winter storm Mornings seem in competition with the morning fall of snowflakes. Sunshine rises in the imagination of the young who are tucked in their grizzly bear blankets. Snow angels smile at passerbys as they are the only sight worth to behold. Cookies and warm milk are the delicacies of the festive but even though the outside is frosty, inside is warm because of the laughs of loved ones. #Nosii #Review

Love is only one thing that can kill you even can heal you. #Akash#review

How to not hold on to the belongings Whilst you bathe in the agony and I am out there revolting We see the stars with tears in our eyes and we know there's no dream left But we do still be hopelessly waiting for the hope in disguise There's so much patience in us but we no more could put up with the dread in our minds Halfway through the day we yet keep awaiting for the nights We have gotten nowhere but look how far have come our lives From finding the purpose of our souls to now laying down helplessly with inconsequential smiles Only you and I know how to convey the inconveniency of the bothersome hearts with APHASIA Expressing themselves with insufficient words and futile rhymes #review #sans

The worst thing is you can have your heart broken and never fall in love but when you hear their name it still hurts you because deep down you don't what was reason behind that you were taken for granted and all you want was them to see happy #review#shubham©

No matter how much you love them and offer your loyalty sooner or later they'll get tired of you #review#shubham©

#Thought#review As a student of literature and as a over-thinker, I have this habit of writing things. Recently I was writing a poem of mine and there I felt like there is no end of it. But then again I have to complete it so I write a end. And I realize that there is end of everything, we as a human cannot understand the things that has no end. We can't understand the concept of infinity.

Intuition My intuition stands between me and making Bad Choices, it reminds me of roads I'm not supposed to cross, it reminds me of stairs I'm not supposed to climb, yet in my independence I forget myself and I choose to listen to The bickering voice in my mind telling me to do what I'm not supposed to do. I listen to the stairs that tell me to keep walking to the wrong decision I listen to the road that tells me to keep taking the wrong path while intuition as soft as its voice can be it is still a part of me that needs to scream louder. #review #Nosii

For courage is letting go of the fears that you reside in and hope of a being Gasp until your heart aches for the warmth of the love it once shared Bawl to the agony of tragedy that flowed along with the blood through your veins Fall into the symphony Edvard Grieg once made Reach to the point of disgust and bathe in the trauma that surrendered to you its faith Exist in seventeen out of hundred of your fears For once, look closer into the mirror that is as real as it appears Leer at The Starry Night, no Vincent could ever paint Until your eyelids close to their suspense Oath to the pores that your skin ever veiled Behold the scars of your mother that never healed Go slow in the heads of horror Go deep in the dark philosophy in Arthur Schopenhauer’s honor Plead to the lord of misery, for great sufferings of ever beyond and more Wear the wisdom of the evil that history never wore And then, Let shadows of your beloved that long ago were burnt, sing you the last lullaby Sleep to never wake up again in the dream of demons, ode them the last goodbye Gather fragments of the courage you swore upon midst the million sufferings Open the doors once latched, let bright of your brain lit the horizon of infinite dreams #sans #review

Sealed windows of my heart Need a breeze to open them away To conquer the rains and the clouds Need a flight high in the sky The lanes will become roads someday The thoughts will become life someday The night is dark Deep black without the moon light The fortnight is standing far far away And I started the journey with a candle Beyond the clouds Beneath the sea In my heart There's Only victory Give me my wings Give me my flight I am made up for the victory Give me the right time #lotus #review

#review Is It Love? That was the day of my first Also the day of my closest… I never thought of meeting the person like you Just like carrying the ego as your pursue I had happened to ask your name After I repeat the typo of yours I had faced your facial expression, as if I asked your fame! From that moment it got started breakage of the chain And hit by our aggressive clouds always to rain. But who knows that it will become a storm, That was ever thought by my under feet warm. Then consider our conversation became like Tom and Jerry, Later I got happened to imagine you as my Queen Fairy. Even the fire won’t get fired till it get contact with Oxygen, But you fume more just for the contact with my shadow Later I didn’t notice your presence, And had engaged with other emotions. After some time I had learned the true connections And finally noticed your existence. This existential realization became my eternal thought From the engaged emotions, I have got the truest myself where I sought. But I don’t know why I had surrounded with my subtle hesitations. Perhaps, I had locked my mind due to my ambitions. Yet there is a hope wandering from the heart to my mind. That one day definitely, I will become your realization… Till then my words adroit themselves in my memories And get evolve on the paper of Discoveries. #review #love

All the colours from his bag, He filled his fist and painted those flowers.. Those are like my mother's precious face.. Like a crown of queen nature.. Those are little kids.. Smiling and blooming.. #lotus #review