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A mysterious morning unravels the dark thoughts of my life like someone plucking the petals of half grown flower. We wake up everyday with new mission in our minds but there is always that "one thing" , which even after years of masking up can't be kept hidden . Yet, however sad you are, there is always hope ….. Live On. No judgements. Only spread Love!!!

'Wish I could stop running" is a short poem to express the streamline of emotions poet felt all through her childhood ,never knowing how to express it .One of the special moments of her life are shared in this poem especially with the people met.Few lines from the poem she relates to most are:No friends, no foes , I was just alone, stumbling on my toes. Craved for warmth of heart and bitter sweetness of love. There came another voice inside saying -shove it off,shove it off! Thank you.

Waking up to ever ringing alarm, crouched shoulders make way to open the bathroom doors , everyday he looks at the mirror with absolute stiffness as if he cannot bear the pain of being himself in this world. What is exactly Haroon going through? This is part one of Haroon life ,know how it connects to your life.

One tear drop started evaporating at the edge of her eyes.A delicate precious tear drop became common when other tear drops followed him.Its a story of tears who conquered the human who owned it .Why was this tear so precious and how it made human realized the importance and worth of her existence?

This is love story as unique and unusual as the title ,it's a lovestory between a book and a girl.Something that is unheard is not something impossible,right. This is a fiction tale but it's short and sweet.Humans have power to be connected to not only just another human but also to animals,birds and non living things like books or a pen or a journal.It was same for one curly haired,browned eyes girl.Her story is a feeling which is ignored most of the times but is as pure as love.

Childhood is filled with innocence and dreams but there is one wish which we all shared as a child was to grow up fast so that we can do anything we want like grown ups.What does it really mean to be grown up?? Only a grown up can tell.People just fool themselves by putting a mask of a grown up ,inside they want to just have fun and laugh without fear.All of us have a child inside us and should not be looked down upon.Growing up is overrated , it's a trap anyway.

Ugly face or ugly mind reflects upon the challenges women faces ignoring the fact that beyond gender discrimination there is a human being who keeps on getting assaulted because of weak minds of men.She is the nature who endures everything but what is the limit she should follow, is there anykind of limit she should even follow it ?? Times change but answers remain mystified.What is that criminals lose while commiting crime?? What world is calling desperately??Women know your worth and world will know it too.

Waiting is exhausting.Period.There is no other way to look at it , you wait wait and wait that is what we do our whole life.We wait to grow up when we are small , we wait to be successful when we grow up, we wait for that right person to come in our life and then finally we wait for dear Death to swallow us.So should we wait or not?

Getting my hands into something new like writing a poem.Just trying to highlight themes I come across and maybe we can talk about it.Above all the poem emphasis on self -love because the life we are living is a miracle.

Why even a thought of being alone petrifies our existence in this planet?Why we constantly fear death and idea of oblivion?Maybe we already know the answer to these questions or we are in this beautiful quest to solve these puzzles or we are just being ignorant to our selves because that is the most easy way out.The latter part makes me think then are we doing justice to our inner self who is left in chaotic situation.Lets find it out together as humans and pledge to lift each other to unending growth and accept our imperfections and find peace within ourselves instead of searching the source of happiness outside.

so my dream is to fight through all my problems and survive it and after i went through this kind of journey i want to help many .This is my poem fighting through my loneliness and depression and surviving it .I just want many others like me to feel that they are needed and there is always another chance . LETS LIVE OUR LIFE AGAIN

Art of giving is what i learnt in my camp which started from 22 and December and ended on 28 the December. Those camp fire nights,singing high pitched songs and dancing like no one is seeing would be missed the most .