#journalofkomal

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Feels like everyone on Tumblr is suffering from heartbreak.

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Iske liye teaching quit Karna padega rey baba!!

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To me, poetry is just Hiding your pain and cries in musical rhymes.

-k

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The thing is you can love someone , love someone to the infinity and still not like them. Even though your life is purpose less without them.............. you can still wish to be away from them.

-k

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Heal yourself 'cause noone else is going to do it for you.

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And how fast did my hands outgrew them yet still they are way too small to hold them.

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journaling in notes app or on any other digital device doesn't feels as it feel writing on paper.

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Just a character

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Yaad karte ho Kya mujhe?

Jab raat ko Chand dekha karte ho toh yaad karte ho Kya mujhe?

Kya abb bhi jab Raat ke Sanato se baate karte huwe subh ki Suraj se gale milte ho toh mere bareme sochte ho?

Abb jab mandiir dekhte ho kabhi raho me toh Mera chehra khayalo me aata hai?

Abb jab khud ko ghere huwe khalipan me sans ruk jaate hai toh Kya Meri aawaz yaad Kiya karte ho?

Kya abhi bhi uss movie ki sound track sun kar Meri baate yaad aati hai?

Yaad karte ho Kya mujhe?

Har Roz toh nhi par kabhi kabhi yaad karte ho Kya?

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कयौं अपरिभाषित भावनाहरुको थुप्रो हुँ म ,

कसैले पनि बुझ्न न सक्ने रहस्यमय कुन्ज जस्तो I

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Capturing photos... Or capturing moments??

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Late night, music in the background, untied hair, mind full of messy thoughts, unbalanced life situations and your diary ran out of pages......Perfect setup for deep cleaning your bedroom.

( p.s. You'll look scary if you have thick and long hair, but who cares)

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99 percent I don't wanna survive after 25 and that 1 percent want to do my best and make a home where I could sit and feel like I'm home. I remember a phrase from my visit to my grandma's house that goes like "ladkiyo ka koi apna Ghar nahi hota" ( girls don't have any home to call their own) and I don't want to be like that. It's a weird thought, everyone says that you have struggled so much you'll get married and all in an understanding home and get a partner who will be suitable but what about the fear that has been implanted in me? What about the real life I have seen? I have seen how the real face of the world is, there are a lot of kind people but they are only kind to you if it doesn't affect their principles. It's weird that I can't explain it but that's what it is. I can't understand and I can't even make anyone understand.

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I lift my eyes and all is born again. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still.

-Sylvia Plath

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एक चिहान हो यो मुटु जहाँ हरेक दिन एक न एक

सपनालाई गाडिने गरिन्छ।

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And the torment is I just can't switch off this emotion.i can't close it as I used to in my teenage years and I don't think I can handle the waves of pains it comes with ......