You are the only person I'd like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call my life make any sense. And if I should hear that you died, my life as I know it, the me who is speaking with you now, will cease to exist.
The mystery of human existence lies not just staying alive. But in finding Something to live for. - sakshi agarwal
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CONTENTS- •incomplete lifes. •ceased to live. •Rain. •Glimpse. •Cloudy. •museums of fear. •I'm a big liar. •The yellow envelope. •Voices of the night. •she was never the same after that. —————————————————————————
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Sakshi agarwal is a fictophilia with the lost of souls which would never be easily defined. Some people are artists.. some themselves, are art. Where poetry doesn't have to rhyme, it just have to touch someone where your hands couldn't. For the girls who find themselves in books, wherever the wind blows, she lives the poetry she cannot write. She actually got inspired from nidhi udhadhya. She finds the heaven in bookstores , she got lost in the pages!! ( this poetry is fiction, except the parts that aren't.) I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable , to explain something inexplainable. To tell about something i only feel in my bonesand which can only be experienced in those bones.
"After all, we are nothing more or less Than we choose to reveal." Maybe it's not about the happy ending. Maybe its about the story.
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Dark nights Dark caves. Dark dreams And our lifes Has been leftout incomplete Some of our stories ! ———————————————————————
