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crescent
dream I had...dreadful...spine chilling... a star studded sky...with a crescent moon...a gloomy summer evening...u were taking a walk in the garden, I came back early to surprise u...i tip-toed and followed u...and then there u were entwined with him...i couldn't but killed you with the garden shears...
gallery
I sat in the gallery watching the circus..and wondering...who on earth would like to be laughed at...neither me...nor u...nobody probably....but those people out there are acting funny..doing silly things..just to entertain the common multitude to earn a living...to bring smile to their families...
sparkling
The night sky was sparkling...brought back memories of death valley....of the letter that you wrote...but were the words yours...I hardly believe now....why can't i feel the love that i felt them....i don't want to believe everything was just a momentary realization...or just fake...i want to believe deep down its not so...but then why this pain...why does the sparkling stars brings a sigh...why the moon seems blinding and not romantic...!!
bland
She gave a bland look...that was the last thing he expected, though he was relaxed that here was no drama...she turned her back and everything was hazy...she got into the car and wished to die...without him life was bland..insipid....a never ending void...
dozen
i see them fleeting away...a dozen of them..each day..every moment...but they were my most cherished...i lived to realize those...but life is harsh...love is cruel....yes they were my dreams...but i cant brood on them...that makes me sad..and how long will i cry over spilled milk...so i just let them go...
apron
the doctor put on the apron..gave an assuring nod....but i was never afraid of anything..ever...was just worried about my parents outside...he injected me and then I dont remember anything till i woke up..the pain was excruciating...worse than those the night before...but I knew things will be fine...
apron
This reminds me of my college days...gone are the days...but memories stay...the lab...the new friends...new crushes...during practical periods...we used to put on the apron and rush to the lab..there was the excitement of doing new experiments...being successful over peers...it was not the dirty competition of professional world...but just sake of a momentary win..and then helping others...the fun of gossiping...spilling water on the aprons and running around the lab to save yourself....gone are the days...
thorns
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touched by the thorns...is that why he still is indifferent..is that why she still has to search for the love that is only her's....she kept wondering these almost every time she is alone...the tear drops die on her cheeks...but still he is right...may be this is what is real...at least he is not faking love...after all the thorns should never be picked from the rose...isn't it!!
teacher
Life!!...yes life is the best teacher...but there is cruelty in it's ways....u wreck ur heart...devastate ur mind...exhaust ur emotions and then also u falter...but life is a teacher who just wants u to understand that u r responsible for all ur deeds...
policy
Wasn't expecting this word at all...this only reminds me of Insurance policy....i just logged in to find a respite from the real world....but guess there is no escape... Insurance policies are something I don't understand...or better phrased I don't want too...something my dad looks into...but I guess i should be matured enough to handle this myself...that's how matured people should think
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