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The pursuit of futility

I've lost count of the number of times I have tried to do it. It always starts with a well-intentioned plan. The pros and cons are wei...

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The song remains the same

Love can be so many things. It can run the entire gamut - from indulging in sweet nothings to witnessing the storms clouds. It can make yo...

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Momentum

we were unbeatable when the chips were down. unsinkable when the tide was high. unstoppable when the roads were rough. then we hit t...

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Our tapestry

And in the end, we will count all the things we didn't do. While other lovers piece together moments to map their memories, we wil...

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Their story

"And what do I say to that now?" he asked her. "Say what you feel. Tell me what is real," she replied. "I...

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Nobody-but-myself

"A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words. This may sound easy. It isn’t. A lot of people think...

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Hobson's Choice

Shards of misguided interests come flying your way and bluntly bounce off the surface of your soul. While the one you've etched in...

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Tonight, the sky is all mine

Tonight, the sky is all mine

I inched towards the door of the train just before my stop. I looked out and then up. It was 8:38 pm and the sky looked like it bel...

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No place for heartbreak

There should be a special place and time for hearts to break. In the privacy of a cave, in the silence of the night, under the shelter of ...

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The two of them

He uses the sunset to paint over her sorrow. And smears her face with the blue sky, just to smoothen out the lines and frowns. He kiss...

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Till death do us part

It never ends. It just changes shape and design, and sometimes, colour too. It catches you off guard with its varying textures and thread...

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Remnants

I don't think of you as often anymore, but when I do, it's always the things that I know I will never get over. Like the time ...

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