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  Feb 2015 smriti chandra
Ally
The pierce on his left earlobe wasn't something that anyone would just notice. After all it was purposely concealed by his brown locks. She asked him why he had it.

"It was a thing of the past." he said.

"Does it still hurts?"

"The bleeding had stopped. The wound was long gone. It took some time to heal. Still, there was a gaping hole that's left."

Somehow she knew that it wasn't just the piercing he was talking about.
for the one who was left.
  Feb 2015 smriti chandra
Ally
It's because even fairytales
has an end
And no one really knows
what would happen next.
  Feb 2015 smriti chandra
Ally
I've been too busy writing my fantasies
that I forgot how to make you my own
in reality.
how?
A poet thinks beyond
Walking along that
Extra mile
We pervade through
Boundaries
Beyond the realms of
Known
Imaginary it may seem
Every word
Carries the truth
Thoughts seeded
In the fertile minds
To sprout
Into exotic flowers
Alluring aromas
Mesmerizes the soul
We exist
Between the words
Filling the spaces
Between the lines
With our imagination
  Feb 2015 smriti chandra
Mohd Arshad
Massacre
Is
Not
An
Act
Of
Courage;
               it is cowardice in disguise of gallantry!
Notes (optional)
  Feb 2015 smriti chandra
nivek
sing to me your love-song
while I listen-out for your heart
and all the stars stop-still
a-while watching-on
watching me dance for joy
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