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She’s the only who knows the mysteries behind our eyes She dreams of crows As black as death, as stiff as lies, Pecking at her until the boat she rows and that sometimes she flies over the ocean of silken water flows She dreams of the sun gold-plating the mountainsContinue Reading

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Refuge does not mean to check the newspaper everyday without fail to understand what is happening around you Refuge does not mean that life is a situation Refuge does not mean that a weight settles on your chest with every step you take outside your home Refuge does not meanContinue Reading

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My dream is a city of which you only see the skyline My dream is not a slipping thought Or a wisp of my hallucinations My dream is a metropolis, Of which you only see the skyline You only see the glittering peaks of the Stunning skyscrapers that sun themselvesContinue Reading

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Dear Trees, I've been looking out my window for quite some time now and all I see is fog. Or smog. I do not know which. I shiver to think of what might happen to the your leaves, naked and hungry, begging the dirty air for some magic that helpsContinue Reading

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Sailing in a sea of lost souls. see the hurricane, there? That’s where they revel with the wind ’cause both are searching for something…Continue Reading

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Third city in three years. How is it that this still turns out to be different? Aren’t cities supposed to be same, stretching buildings defending the sun with their glass shields, lonely green gardens desperate for a tag of ‘open space’, and painfully vivid malls with underground parking that looksContinue Reading

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I Tell me, how does the plant break rocks, when it bows to the of the breeze? Why is the sound of water tripping over itself trying to sooth and put my mind at ease? When is the sky going reveal itself Behind the clouds that tease? Where can oneContinue Reading

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I know that I always go to music for advice. And one seeks advice when one is puzzled, confused, temporarily pessimistic, or almost wants to give up. In my (not so) long life, being an only child with working parents and shifting schools, it’s hard to find someone who canContinue Reading

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The most common, and irritating question that teenagers are subjected to is,”What do you want to become?” I swear, I have no idea. How can you have idea when you have no experience of the job. Just because you are good in some field, according to me, can’t determine yourContinue Reading