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It's on you,you declare - whether your heart is a grave or a garden, whether you bury life in it or you let it sprout.

-tabish.j [did the flowers wither away or did you hang them alive]

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It's absurd,we are trying to run away from ourselves while carrying ourselves along us, we just can't expect to get away that easy.

-tabish.j

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I am my only house awaiting for me to live in it but If you don't live in yourself for long, you become a haunted residence and you don't find a place in ownself for yourself.

-tabish.j

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I devotedly miss, so dearly and deeply that at times i just know that I miss without knowing what I miss.

-tabish.j [in certainty I miss and I myself am missing ]

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You dare challenge my audacity, i in no doubt would reduce my hopes, i may keep calling god's name even when the world claims that I've been kept on mute.

-tabish.j

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People are always in search of a technician who could fix their bereaved insides.We only disclose the damage when we are at hopes of being repaired.

It's a way of telling , I get to put my strength aside at your presence.

-tabish.j

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At the back of everything beautiful there's a terrific injury you don't get to see. Grief grows like a tumor, intrinsically beneath a neat surface.

So when someone looks so fine, i wonder what vulnerability eats them from behind.

-tabish.j

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the moon's on earth for a tea -the sun's is busy being a candlelight - stars are over the dinning table instead you say universe is ready to abduct a heart.

Tabish.j

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You are quite when hurt but argue so much in words later. The world questions whose heart is over the place,you sell out your two books just to say, it's mine it's mine in thousand different ways.

There are so many ways to say the same thing beautifully, it worries you, which one would they truly understand.

-tabish.j

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Hope is a beautiful thing. Get her sacrificed in your hardship,it will still come back to you without calling you a murderer.

-tabish.j [patience summons hope back]

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It's inside your heart - grief like an incurable germ has inoculated . I wonder if love had guts to bore through it and sterilize it from within.

-tabish.j

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Sorrow was handicapped,it couldn't stand up by itself to leave from my body and I wasn't cruel enough to evict a disabled being.

-tabish.j [ do you believe kindness and love could reform it into good, i believe sorrow is a resource? ]

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Everything you were ever hurt by can have its arms around you even if it's gone. A wound with no face can still gawk at you with terrible ache.

-tabish.j [snow skinned lost hope,a memory of you is enough to freeze summer]

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Please don't peck on my wounds, I say to my memory . She has the sharpest beak when I am her nest.

-tabish.j

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Distance makes you feel weary, meetings dont deplete it ,one could be alongside ,hand in hand yet be holding something other than you.

-tabish.j [ less here ,more elsewhere]

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Forgetting is an exorcism, nobody schooled me on performing it. I said I remembered you; it was kind way of saying your spirit is still imprisoned within me.

-tabish.j

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"If you forget to nurse the embryonic wound of your heart,it grows out of you

It grows all around you. "

-tabish.j