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How to leave people, when you meet them.

The thing about good sentences, those with a flow of emotions running along with the words, are something that can haunt a person forever. And that haunting usually leads two ways, one; it can either make a person or two; break a person. As a writer-in-being, there always is a lot of pressure to create a sentence like that- with legacies of all the sadness and happiness and everything in between,…

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The lone shade of gray.

As much as everything is black and white, in life, things also get mixed and when they do, yo u get gray. The gray of it all.

I have always believed in the knowledge that the universe is just to all those living within it. In a more elaborate fashion, all that happens to one individual happens to everyone else too, only with a different face. We, also as one being but with different perceptions for all the zillion people around the globe, perceive a different face of what it is being handed down to us.

It is also true…

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Standing among a midst of crowd; strangers, In a a far off land, maybe a hill? Cloud nine just at the end of your fingertips, You; take a step to engulf it in your palm, But fall of, off the hill, which is an abyss. And you fall with dignity. A smile etched across your face. While falling, you reminisce your time, putting on a brave face for the crowd, When inside, everything is dead and falling,…

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A hollow Abyss The darkness that surrounds you, Deceives you in its malicious deception, Whose heavenly body beneath the auspicious abyss, Falls for you naught; The abyss reincarnated in thy flesh, Thee, heavenly body becomes you now. -Naba Mehd

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Winning over some infinities.

Winning over some infinities.

  In this life, the path that we walk on, we do so, all alone. We develop relationships and friendships and they touch us in ways, we can’t ever describe but, every so often, there comes a time when everyone leaves and there is nothing that we can do about it. At the end of the day, its only you and your life and how you choose to live it, with its sorrow and happiness. Everything that happens to…

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say what you want about millenials but at least we dont lick our fingers to turn a page

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A shoulder to lean on.

A shoulder to lean on; someone with whom you could share the burden heavy on the shoulders. These are the words you grow up hearing. The promise that someone will be there, no matter what. Your good and your ugly, they’ll stick by you in all odds. However, the times may get, at the end of the day you’ll have their shoulder to lean on and feel safe. The stance of these words itself is so magical…

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Maybe a little too much?

This incredibly big world is somewhat obsessed with ”the light at the end of the tunnel”. Period. Everyone wants to be positive and all chirpy and happy, all the time. If you are not happy with yourself and your life, there is definitely, without a doubt something wrong with you. If your goal in this life is not to attain that happily ever after, then what is it that you are living for? The usual…

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Obsolete Nakedness.

The idea is that you go out in the wilderness and you contemplate; about yourself, all that you have done- you try to rediscover yourself. That is what people usually do, when they are in visble nature. I did that too, two years ago; I did that, at 6 in the morning at the top of a mountain. It didn’t do me much good. You see, I couldn’t throw it all away, all that I was trying to leave behind, I…

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Somewhere between sinister and saints.

In the eyes of the saints, I am a stranger, Yet, All I crave is a part of their grace. A human in flesh and blood, A human in deeds and words, A chaos that stirs inside, A whip of ignorance that shuts it aside. The oozing smell of morning breadth, A chilly air seeping inside, Somewhere between sinister and saints, I became a fallen part of their grace.

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The end of a child.  Here it is, the end of an children, and the beginning of a women. Here, I am.

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A cloud tailing your heads.

A cloud tailing your heads.

There is no denying the work that is being done in regard to mental illness. Still, this scope has only reached a very minimum percentage of the billions of people residing on this Earth. Majority of the people, as always, still like to act as if it does not exist. There are two reasons for this, in my understanding.

They are afraid of the illness, so much that they think it better not to address…

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Quick question, freelancer?

I have a job that is paying me less than half of what are the rates. But they have daily work.

Should I do it?

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Excerpts from a story I'll never write.

May your hearts be big enough to love; those before and those which are yet to come.

You can never really forget the people you have loved along the length of your time. You miss them, in the beginning, when they are gone and the feeling of love are still fresh; still as time moves on, those feelings and the missing grows cold. You think you are moving on, and in this hope you live out your days, waiting for the one, when you will finally not think of them. When that day comes,…

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In the middle of it all, she stood her ground, at an unpaved pavement with the breaths of people; passing her by. Hustling, jumbling and grumbling, shoulder to shoulder, they crossed her by, as she stood her ground, hidden in the stones of her Earth. Her heart was heavy with labels, her mind was breaking her sanity with fear, her shoulder down, with the weight of who she was, she hid herself in the chaos of people. She knew it wasn't meant to be, her mind insisted, she had to flee, breaking away from the chain of people. she had to create her destiny. taking the sour gulp, of the fears she had, she appeared in the world with the aura of her being, And on she ventured in the realms of insane uncertainty, till the day, her mark on this world, will be marked with her death.

-Naba M.  

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Scary alone.

The truth off the matter is that you are really alone in this world. However, scary this sounds it is the hard truth; that at the end of the a busy day, when the monsters under your bed, the skeletons behind the closet, and the demons inside your head are supposed to be the only thing you fear the most, turns into the thing you stop fearing at all. It is in moments when you are so scared of the world outside that you hurl inside and use all there evils as shield is only when you realize how alone you are in this life.