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To create the magic, you should first believe in it.
She was an ocean, confined in a coffee mug. And she had the galaxies, confined in her pretty eyes.
My Universe, crashing into yours, was the most beautiful accident this creation had ever witnessed.
She fell into his arms like the rainfall over an ocean.
We are all the gods and devils, hiding under the human skin.
If I was asked to write a poem about her. Every word I use would end up, being her name. And it would still sound so beautiful and breathtaking to me in the end.
Sometimes in the quest of searching the stars in others eyes, we fall into the never ending pit of darkness.
I burn a hole through everything I stare, and it happens when I stand in front of the mirror too.
Be my bedtime story and the thoughts that won't let me fall asleep. Be the conversation that I always have in my head at 3 AM and that beautiful voice that never lets me sleep.
They celebrated the sins, while the kindness continued to weep in the corner. The swords of the demons shined brighter, while the wings of the angels were crumpled and bled.
Looking at her always reminded me of a rose that was dripping blood. I always felt it was drawing all the life from inside. Just to look beautiful on the outside.
He kept wandering all his life until the day he met her. For the first time, he felt he should stop and never look back again. Everything else seemed worthless. Such was her magic.
For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.
She was someone's dream, who just chose to show up in someone else's sleep.
The greatest sin you can ever commit is to break a soul, which was already broken but still chose to trust you.
Sometimes our whole life is all about, not letting the fire that burns our homes down become the light that guides us home.
And then, they finally decided that it doesn't matter anymore whether they walked on graves, or on the walls. All that mattered was reaching the light that everyone wanted, but nobody ever reached.
For it was the light, that was flowing in her veins but not blood. Every time she was wounded, she killed the demons in the dark, rather than feeding and keeping them alive.
There is always a demon inside every angel. And there is an angel inside every demon. All they need is a bit of darkness and light together to see each other's face.
When the thin line between love and hatred faded away completely, madness sprang back to life inside the numb hearts.
You are my shooting star, and I always make a wish every time I see you.
Stop turning every others battle into yours. Sometimes amidst of all the wars, all you need to become is the lighthouse, not the sword.
In the name of forever, let's burn down our today and tomorrows.
You will never become a hero if you keep waiting for someone else to bring a cape for you.
The sky inside my head never turns blue. It if forced to stay red. By the demon, who is yellow inside me.
While chasing the moon that was about to set, she missed the sunrise.
I will always continue to love the way how the fire inside you burnt everyone around it, But took me in its arms and kept me warm.
She saw him like he was the only star in the whole damn sky. Like he was the only bridge between her sanity and madness.
When words lose their meaning and expression, silence is the only language that heart follows, speaks and celebrates.
You are a ghost. Filled with stardust, wearing the bones as the shield and the skin as the cape. Fighting every day and opening up for the new wounds in the hustle of hiding the old scars.
Most of the time, our fight is all about saving us from ourselves.
Every time he saw her he realised the reason why they always said humans are made of stardust.
Your creation was the god's way of showing humans that, the artist in him is still alive.
He slept under the sky, holding her hand, filling the gaps between her fingers and losing himself inside the soul in the course of counting the stars, she was hiding inside her eyes.
She lit fire to the bridges and forts she built all these years, and she walked into it smiling and tears rolling down her cheeks.
It was that Moment when your fingers touched my skin for the first time I realised, how the fire can heal scars.
Every time he saw her, he realised the reason why they always said humans are made of stardust.
They burnt down the whole palace and they laughed menacingly. The shadows of the dreams and memories they burnt alive walked all over the ruins, trying to hold on to the charred pieces of their body.
Darkness is the only place, where chaos and peace always met and fell in love with each other.
She was a poem and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, every silence was the music too.
She was asked to pour out everything she had, but all she had was an empty soul.
The day you start falling in love, with the wrecked homes and broken windows instead of running away from them. You will find a story that fills your soul, behind every burnt door.
I am a nyctophile, and I can't stop or help myself from falling in love for the darkest ends of your soul, rather than the light in your eyes.
It is beautiful to hear, how even the demons inside me have started singing your name.
The voids in her soul turned every touch of someone else into the reminiscent of his love inside her.
Amidst of all these darkness, soul wrenching pain and disappointments, you have a heart that still believes in love, trust and second chances. And that my dear, is what makes you so beautiful.
Art is a place where tragedy meets beauty. An artist is someone who creates the most beautiful things of his life when his soul starts bleeding.
She was his only escape, And she was his only prison.
Every sword that was dripping the blood became a pen. Every word that was written in it became a poetry.
You cannot win a war outside until you have won the war that you are fighting inside you first.