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Books are like magic Helps in escaping from chaos They listen to us Like a friend in need Some carrying chills and thrills Some sprinkling romance. Some filled with different chapters While some with blank pages Waiting for us To create our own characters. . ©the unknown writer❤️

#Books  Books are like magic
Helps in escaping from chaos
They listen to us 
Like a friend in need 
Some carrying chills and thrills
Some sprinkling romance.
Some filled with different chapters
While some with blank pages
Waiting for us 
To create our own characters.











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©the unknown writer❤️

#Books

7 Love

The feeling of euphoria I have never felt before The overdose of your love Makes me utterly infatuated Oh! It started raining again. Let's dance, she said. I moved slowly toward her Hold her hands closer to mine And we started to dance The droplets felt like tiny fairies Enchanting the ambience Dancing in the rain We stare at each other Living in our fantasies Hearts holding a deep conversation May be we won't be always here But the love will. FOREVER Without uttering a word We fell in love AGAIN. . ©the unknown writer❤️

#missingyou  The feeling of euphoria
I have never felt before
The overdose of your love
Makes me utterly infatuated
Oh! It started raining again. 
Let's dance, she said. 
I moved slowly toward her 
Hold her hands closer to mine 
And we started to dance 
The droplets felt like tiny fairies 
Enchanting the ambience 
Dancing in the rain 
We stare at each other 
Living in our fantasies 
Hearts holding a deep conversation 
May be we won't be always here 
But the love will.
FOREVER 
Without uttering a word
 We fell in love
AGAIN.


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©the unknown writer❤️

Mirror seems different nowadays. It was dull before used to show me discrete scenario But now, It seems happier than ever Smiling at me Triumph of liberation Is reflecting through it. The conversation of mine and the mirror Feels so much lighter now. The imposter hiding inside it Has finally vanished. Now it only reflects delights I'm Captivated for it. . ©the unknown writer❤️

#Mirror  Mirror seems different nowadays. 
It was dull before
used to show me discrete scenario 
But now,
It seems happier than ever 
Smiling at me 
Triumph of liberation 
Is reflecting through it.  
The conversation of mine and the mirror 
Feels so much lighter now. 
The imposter hiding inside it 
Has finally vanished. 
Now it only reflects delights
I'm Captivated for it.






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©the unknown writer❤️

#Mirror

12 Love

Why are you running? Running from your own Running away from your soul To match yourself with Non existing imaginary aspects Why are you running? When you can stop When you can stay When you can have yourself. Loosing yourself was Never a part of grooming. THE BEAUTY OF BUTTERFLY 🦋 IS INCOMPARABLE WITH TAHT OF SWAN And you know it all is in vain When your shadow can not be recognized by you When the mirror can't reflect you Going to chase the unwanted pleasure Leaving behind the most valuable treasure Without the acknowledgement That the most precious thing is you. Why are you running? Running from dark Running from past Life is not a trademill It's worth living, just STOP! STAY! ADMIRE & APPRECIATE! . ©the unknown writer❤️

#findyourself  Why are you running?
Running from your own
Running away from your soul
To match yourself with
Non existing imaginary aspects

Why are you running?
When you can stop
When you can stay
When you can have yourself.
Loosing yourself was
Never a part of grooming.

THE BEAUTY OF BUTTERFLY 🦋
IS INCOMPARABLE WITH TAHT OF SWAN

And you know it all is in vain
When your shadow can not be recognized by you
When the mirror can't reflect you

Going to chase the unwanted pleasure
Leaving behind the most valuable treasure
Without the acknowledgement
That the most precious thing is you.

Why are you running?
Running from dark
Running from past
Life is not a trademill
It's worth living, just
STOP!
STAY!
ADMIRE
&
APPRECIATE!







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©the unknown writer❤️

And when the hopes are gone Nobody is around you. & darkness surrounds you. You see a hand. Coming towards you. In your dim world. Holding a flashlight. &that's when you realize. You have got a true soul. . No matter how hard it gets. They will always hold your hand And walk by your side. . ©the unknown writer❤️

#vacation  And when the hopes are gone
Nobody is around you.          
& darkness surrounds you. 
You see a hand.                      
Coming towards you.           
In your dim world.               
Holding a flashlight.             
&that's when you realize.       
You have got a true soul.    .      
No matter how hard it gets.       
They will always hold your hand
And walk by your side.                



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©the unknown writer❤️

#vacation

6 Love

Gazing through the window of my car Half asleep, humming the song Suddenly A familiar lane enraptured me. It was the street I used to Walk down in my teens. The street was once reminiscent And still powerful to Send me into nostalgia. It's been so long. The familiar lane was not familiar anymore. The road where I used to go to escape from the world, Is now like a stranger to me. The bare tree I used to Have a long conversation with, I can't find it anymore. It was not the chilly winter morning, But the overwhelming joy Of being there once again Left me quivering. The street whose beauty couldn't be resisted, even by the moon. Is now a concrete jungle. The silent road is now lost in cluster. And in the crowd, My mind was anticipating to see the sixteen years old girl Roaming around, talking to Nobody but herself Accompanied by the moon ©the unknown writer❤️

#vacation  Gazing through the window of my car
Half asleep, humming the song
Suddenly
A familiar lane enraptured me. 
It was the street I used to
Walk down in my teens. 
The street was once reminiscent
And still powerful to
Send me into nostalgia. 
It's been so long. 
The familiar lane was
 not familiar anymore. 
The road where  I used to go to
 escape from the world, 
Is now like a stranger to me. 
The bare tree I used to 
Have a long conversation with, 
I can't find it anymore. 
It was not the chilly winter morning, 
But the overwhelming joy 
Of being there once again 
Left me quivering. 
The street whose beauty couldn't be resisted, 
even by the moon. 
Is now a concrete jungle. 
The silent road is now lost in cluster. 
And in the crowd, 
My mind was anticipating 
to see the sixteen years old girl 
Roaming around, talking to 
Nobody but herself 
Accompanied by the moon

©the unknown writer❤️

#vacation

8 Love

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