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Keerthi Kishor Sep 2019
Dear Life,

Happy Teacher’s Day.
Thank you for being an amazing teacher.
But too bad, that I’m just an average student.
Keerthi Kishor Sep 2019
If you want to get into someone’s head,
Have a sneak peek on slices of his life,

Get into his room.
Because personal space don’t lie.
Keerthi Kishor Sep 2019
You meet two kinds of people
in life.

The one that would ask you to dim your light.
The one that would want you to shine even bright.

Choose to be with the latter,
it’s better.

I hope you know that already.
I really do hope so.
Keerthi Kishor Aug 2019
It’s funny how
certain faces you see,
places you’ll be,
aroma of the air around you,
a random déjà vu,
how familiar the food tastes,
the warmth of embraces,
voices and noises
can take you to
a specific place, time, a moment
in your life, long forgotten.
“It’s a privilege I take to reconnect myself with the idea of a home, that only exists in my memory now.”
Keerthi Kishor Jul 2019
Today I woke up
dead.
But tomorrow I want to
go back to sleep  
living.
Currently dangling on the rope living to die & dying to live.
Keerthi Kishor Jul 2019
Sometimes the best you can see is when you have your eyes closed.
The best conversations come out of
silences.
The best ideas evolve from the corners
of a mad brain.
Art arises from pain.
True love can happen from a broken heart.
And broken souls shine better.
Happiness happen from solitude.
Keerthi Kishor Jul 2019
Oh, I remember that happy child.

The one who believed that simplicity was the utmost delight.

The one who was not afraid to fall, fall and fall again until she could get up on her feet right.

The one who had the thirst to explore or unravel the secrets of even the darkest night.

The one who never shied away from anything and everything that made her heart light.

The one who was filled with hopes and dreams of meeting her shining knight.

The one whose smile was bright and laugh had a hint of daylight.

The one who wasn’t afraid to tell the world from what’s wrong or right.

The one who wanted to conquer hearts, to tell them countless stories of her might.

The one who never gave up on herself or the ones she loved without putting up a fight.

And tonight at the silence of these wee hours I sit and write

Wondering whatever happened to
that happy child.
Also when will she be back?
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