Mirroring Stories

I m Arya Raichand & this is my true love story..before I could taste the nectar of love, I had to travel through hell of pain....but in the last..did i get her or i have started hallucinating n could never get her out of my mind n my heart. its a story everyone can relate coz MaN... our girls go crazy at times. MY gal Ria Soni is hard nut to crack. She had carved a wall between her n the outside world n didn't allow anyone to cross the wall. From making a piece of hole to cracking down whole of the wall was not an easy job but I kept trying. I was determined to break down all the norms n free MY love Inspite of so much mellow drama, I enjoyed every moment I was in love..its great feeling being in love n being loved. Enjoy the moments with me n be part of story of my life. i m sure you will shout aloud in excitement - bro you are right, I face the same. I understand you..All the girls are same. join my journey of trust, respect, compatibility & love Its little slow in the initial stages but would give you goosebumps n bumping rides to enjoy as you proceed further with my story. ❣️❣️you may find some thoughts to provoke your mind n at times some feelings that would touch your heart, in BOLD LETTERS.❣️❣️ HAPPY READING.📖love to all. ❤️❤️manu All Rights Reserved to @untappedmanu. cover choice n design by @untappedmanu. ©️ALL Rights Reserved.

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But I know better Than to drive Zane home 'Cause you'd invite me in And I'd be yours again Be reborn be yourself Because together we are perfectly Imperfect

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In a world of mirrors, a crack can change so much.

a short sentence for talking to the mirror

If the seed of an event is planted deep within your subconscious mind, it'll turn into a tree called memory. A philosophy that might make you reflect upon the memories you have. Are they all colorful like the spring or cold like the winter? For a moment Let's take a glance at the old bookshelf lying across our room, let's dust off the books, and open the album of our mind and turn the pages of our memories, one more time. #2- Reflective

I'll never understand what I did here, love makes us me do crazy things. Honestly, I regret it, I do. But, at the same time, I don't regret anything. 'Whatever happens, happens' is a bunch of bullsh*t, I am the creator of my own destiny. I'll never forget that. .... This story explores the concept of different dialects, while also portraying two similar incidents from the perspective of two completely different people:

We don't know how it begun, and less we care. Yes, things went terribly wrong at some point, but as long as no one notices, you won't hear any complains. That's all we ask for: a miracle to make it through.

...the longest blink comes to them that think they know the price of looking twice too deep inside- where horror sits behind the eyes.... -Okay.. few notes on this one- ~the premise behind this poem/poetic story is when someone (a non-writer/poet) blithely wants a poet to tell them how to be "like them". I actually had someone ask me how I see the things I see , think the things I think & thus write the way I do once... needless to say it rubbed me totally the wrong way. *of course they worded it in a totally f***** up way- so there's that... and thus this poem/my answer was born. *evil laughter* ~I originally began this poem mirroring the poem by Emily Dickinson- "I had no time to hate".... but me being me.... well let's just say that I suck at mirroring, haha. I eventually fell into my own typical flow... so apologies in advance. ~The opening verse of this poems sucks a**.... ON PURPOSE! The rest gets better. I promise ;-) Interesting side note/true story.... I read this poem to my best friend and apparently scared the shit out of her! I'm not sure if it was the words or the way I spat it out... but again, me being me... it was most likely my evil-ass delivery. hehe. So enjoy!