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Her tears falling down.....
Letters scattered___ like pearls falling apart from each other when no more a necklace survive....
The hope was dying___ dreams were shattered___silent was prevailing inside heart.....
Life was showing its cruel part
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Her heart was pounding up and down with the falling of words___scattering deep inside like a mud house "Don't tear them" her heart cried, yet he was smiling all the cruel way he could!!!
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Blood squezed inside...
Died inside....
Brain could't act upon "Resistance" act___ Home protected!
Ahhh words ....
Lost worthiness......
Pen stopped donating its further "Bloody ink" to give live to paper......
Ahhh pain...
Deep
Deep
Deep
Darkness
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She had to feed his ego.........

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  1. Unknown4 January 2015 at 01:26

    Pain and comfort are the counterparts of each other and two different realities of life. As the sun rises after the dark nighy and fills every creation with life, similarly comfort has to replace the pain. Looking forward to see a poem about happiness from you, soon.

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    1. Bushra Mustafa4 January 2015 at 10:52

      Dear its not just being bothering about pain :) Its just a little experiment to put into words the pain of being soulful words rejected :) And yes you are right both are counterparts :) Will sure go for a para on happiness soon :)

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