Storms and Scars

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And in this moment, I become the storm.

The Story Called Childhood

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I become the storm. And I embrace all that I am.
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Speak

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Ode to a Love Lost

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Sing me a song lost in the church bell’s chime.

Fire

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I am no longer the moth in a daze. I am the fire that shall set all ablaze.

A Merry Little Christmas

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Because Christmas is all about romancing melancholy, touching love and finding hope. And so you see, I hope we find a merry little Christmas, for you and for me.

Etching Tales

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I shall find you in these words, in these tales and in the minuscule nuances of the universe.

Words

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Because when I am gone, all I shall ever leave behind are these words for you.

As You Remember Me

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“You shall never lose me, for your love has forever bound me to your memories.” Let these words not be the end of beautiful souls who are lost across the immensities of time. So love madly, love powerfully, love until the people around you learn to love life too. Because only love can save us all.

The Warrior

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Be brave, my little stardust.

Letter to an Old Friend

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In all our lives, I think we have been the cruelest to our own selves, our own mistakes, and our own tales. Perhaps this Christmas, we can find some forgiveness, not for our sins, but for all the madness that has been. Note: I apologize for the small font size. This poem is something which I felt that needs to be voiced to each one of us to our old selves. And hence I have tried my best to make it as legible as possible by fitting it into this post. Thank you for reading. Always.