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 Dec 2015 Anshula Nema
Purab
Underneath a ebony sky,
Sitting at the foot of a tree.
Magnetic depths of the night,
Draws me in.
Eyes glued to a moonless sky.
In this mournful sadness,
A darkness seeps,
Through my cracked heart.
In my veins,
flows a tar of chaos.
Painful tears,
tracing through,
the contours of my face,
The scenario so far!
Bleeding in utter silence!
 Dec 2015 Anshula Nema
Purab
silence
 Dec 2015 Anshula Nema
Purab
Under the starlit skies,
Binded to this darkest hour,
The silence is deafening,
To it's torture,
I am mute.
 Dec 2015 Anshula Nema
Purab
Held captive,
by a silhouette.
A dim light,
Tracing her curves.
Raindrops dripping,
From her lips.
A wet sweetness,
I want to taste.
Inspired from a scenerio.
I'll know you when I see you,
I'll think of you even when I no longer see you,
Not sure if I'd die for you,
Hey I'm just being honest,
I'm always real,maybe not the realest,
But I do try,
I really don't lie.
Anytime you can cry on me,
Laugh with me,
I'll totally smile when you hold my hand,
We can walk through any land,
Because we're taking steps together,
And we'll endure no matter the weather.
Yeah yeah :D
Phew!! dear future something(love I guess) lol
Everyone started hating her.
They started hating her for her loud laugh.
They started hating her for her intentions to crave love.
They started hating her for being so rude!
They started hating her for her irritating moods.
They started hating her for her wrong decisions.
They started hating her for her carelessness.
And They started ignoring her for her weird stories. They started ignoring her for who she was.
And She became queit.
Queit,as she was judged from the outside.
All she could do that time was to wonder, why?
Why they judged her for something she did and not for something that made her do that!
It was her turn to hate then!
So she started hating herself.
So she Hated  her being.
Hated herself for every breath she took.
Hated herself for every wrong decision she took and for every wrong person she chose.
She hated herself for lying on the floor and crying day and night.
And then,after days,she decided to stop hating herself.
And so she left!
"Not every ending is a happy ending".
Love is like the sun
Pain is like the moon
They give way to eachother
Never will only one remain
 Dec 2015 Anshula Nema
m i a
is sadness the new black?

everyday when i turn my back, i see nothing but pain.

I only see rain, i no longer see sunshine in anyone's eyes.

i look up ino the sky and wonder why,

hurting other people is now somewhat of a trend.

i would like to mend people's broken hearts instead

of shattering them like a beautiful piece of art.

has it always been that way?

is it going to stay like this?

will sadness for ever be the new black?

it would be lovely if i could just throw sadness into a sack.

but i can't.
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**//will sadness forever be the new black?\
eh, im drowning in my thoughts again. This is pretty bad, but eh. <3
 Dec 2015 Anshula Nema
R Arora
This world, that we live in,
Is not at all less.
It is full of lies
And a lot of mess.
The innocent being abducted,
The honest being convicted,
There’s no ray of hope,
In this world,
Of untruthful, slimy *****.

It is so not possible,
To climb back up,
Because the world,
Is constantly trying,
To pull you back down,
In this ditch,
So that alone they do not drown.
This is what
You have to watch out for.



Everybody is selfish;
Nobody is yours,
Except your family.
Who is always there;
Even in wars.

People are bad,
And will always be,
You have to survive,
With dear ones to your support,
You have to thrive.
Go on, who stops you?
But watch out for these traitors:
That will always be near you.
Looking for a potential prey,
Every single day.
They will treat you nicely at first,
On cloud nine,
They will make you fly,
But what comes later,
Is something impalpable.
Falling through a canopy,
Into a trench that is
Unfathomable.


Come on! You have to get up:
Be strong,
You have to catch up!
This not the end,
But the beginning,
Of your story.
A story,
That will one day be exemplary,
For all,
In this howsoever bad world.

Success will follow you,
If you follow struggle;
This struggle will become obsession;
Obsession, your passion.
And passion is unstoppable.

That very day,
When you know your goal very evidently,
And the journey is your pal,
Nobody can stop you,
From being on top of the world.
And this time,
Nobody’s going to push you
Because on top,
You will be
All alone.
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