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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

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Pov: you filter your art for the stability of your therapist

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You don't have to offer explanations to people who don't even matter. Their own life is a senseless rumor you must not waste your time giving confirmation to. Let their selfish demands die as unfulfilled dreams

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On days, do you feel that your heart is a river of love that didn't find an ocean of love to merge in.

-tabish.j

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-tabish.j [ is there any other way to tell,all art is you- Amalagamated ]

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I think i'd always admire the idea of you over being repulsed by the end of it. I'd remember your elegant goodbyes over your crudest hello's,I'd remember you at your finest in your utmost sophistication in my extreme adversity. I think, you have earned it, I think I'd save you for my hope because that's how you chose to sandwich it. I'd remember you leaving softly over leaving my heart heavy,I'd remember your unmetered distance from the metaphors written in remembrance of you, I'd remember you clean, never a person hunting down poets for immortality.

to forget you is the remotest possibility, but if I do, I'd let my art remind me of how I remembered you so i don't forget to remember you.

-tabish.j

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your anger burns the house I built for you in me but not me. Do not come back complaining about your lost shelter, if you fired it down , you must know what's in ashes.

-tabish.j [ the land shall stay even if all houses fall]

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I wish my hands would applaud my bravery as much and as long as they did for others. I have always homed a feeling of inadequacy in my being, I have always found myself at lack of reason to appreciate myself and it's so mortifying. I just want to clap for myself a bit longer, a bit louder for once, it sounds fulfilling and I perhaps haven't heard it yet.

-tabish.j

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You don't deserve to feed on my memory. I put you in the queue of forgetting, get in the line.

-tabish.j