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Entangle me, into your talkative eyes. Let me breathe in, your breath often. For I’m tired of floating, in the shallow waters, when I want to get choked.

Nikita Gandhi

With every new sunset, the sun fears that the waves might stop paying homage to it at night.
NIKITA GANDHI

Fear Home Night Stop Sun Sunset Wave
My freedom doesn’t end with you, it keeps expanding itself with its little invisible feathers, to grow into a phenomenon of never resting soul.
NIKITA GANDHI

Expand Feather Freedom Invisible Soul
The lotus grows out of the mud. Love the lotus; do not love the mud.
NIKITA GANDHI

Flower Growth Lotus One Liner
There are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.
NIKITA GANDHI

Cry Emotion Ourselves Scream
Stop changing things in a way they are not meant to be.
NIKITA GANDHI

Changing Stop Way
She who has the courage to dive deep into the ocean will find the pearls.
NIKITA GANDHI

Courage Deep Herself Inspirational Ocean
When you let me touch your skin, I can feel your pain. What joy you get in keeping me away?
NIKITA GANDHI

Away Feeling Joy Pain Relationship Skin Touch Yourself
You make sunlight doubt its role in winters as you set my body on fire.
NIKITA GANDHI

Body Doubt Fire Role Sunshine Winter
Breaking things as a child seemed so easy, than fixing broken things as a adult.
NIKITA GANDHI

Adult Break Children Easy Healing
Sometimes its suffocating by being surrounded with happiness and not being able to feel it.
NIKITA GANDHI

Feeling Happiness Suffocate Surround Time
There is magic in this universe. I don’t know how often do you believe in it, or you do not at all. But if you do not, then this is for you to know, that your very existence is magic in itself.
NIKITA GANDHI

Believe Existence Magic Universe Yourself
I have been confused with many pretty smiles earlier but your canines hit me differently.
NIKITA GANDHI

Different Early Myself Smile
What good you did in separating those petals from a rose show some efforts in separating it’s thorns.
NIKITA GANDHI

Flower Goodness Rose Separate Yourself
Silent hearts carrying pain quietly are likely to make thunders cry loud.
NIKITA GANDHI

Carry Cry Heart Loud Pain Silence
It’s exhausting stitching the bruises of the past with the one you see your whole life with.
NIKITA GANDHI

Hurt Life Past Relationship See Tired Yourself
All I want for christmas is your warmth, near the firing woods. Cuddling on the chair, swinging in merry times, forgetting our bad lies.
NIKITA GANDHI

Bad Fire Forget Lying Myself Time Warmth

Entangle me, into your talkative eyes. Let me breathe in, your breath often. For I’m tired of floating, in the shallow waters, when I want to get choked.

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Entangle me, into your talkative eyes. Let me breathe in, your breath often. For I’m tired of floating, in the shallow waters, when I want to get choked.

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