It’s not the pain that bothers. But the fear of being in the same pain forever.
KANIKA CHUGHI feel I am stuck in memories of ours there is no past or the future but a series of moments halted without a given command. And time has stopped making sense.
More Kanika Chugh Quotes
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You were like water the parts of your heart I touched before casually moved forward, leaving me bewildered. What wrong did I do?
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A broken heart is usually mended in isolation.
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I expressed because you gave me enough freedom be myself around you, and thus, you deserve the same. You deserve to be heard too and not be counseled to at your attempt.
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You blew me off to have your wish. But what other purpose do candles serve?
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My hustle made so many people uncomfortable. Because I refused to be moulded unlike them.
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All I knew that going forward and receding; both were important aspects to move ahead in life. So, few setbacks straightened out my path all the more.
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Lips getting dried, heart pumping faster, sweat seeping through the pores, cheeks turning red. Dear summer, stop acting like my lover.
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My anxious self always melted in your arms, then. Now your grin from another screen telling me “its going to be okay” works just the same.
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The more I wanted to scream my pain out, the better listener I became. Thinking how badly others would have wanted it too.
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Fluttered open the wings and flew off from my clenched hands; those butterflies always found a way to slip by just like time.
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I love the woman I have become today. The one who breathes fire and douse it all at the same time.
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Its a part of adulting when you start to see each human too clearly and then there is no going back.
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It’s painful to see when your own people doesn’t support your artistic calibre. The very quality strangers call you extraordinary for.
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I had been dead inside for so long that now I want to ‘freaking’ live.
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Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; It’s about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.
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