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I thought butterflies are frail until they began to flit in my stomach.

Nikita Gandhi

The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.
NIKITA GANDHI

Drown Fantasy Myself Sound Summer
Breaking things as a child seemed so easy, than fixing broken things as a adult.
NIKITA GANDHI

Adult Break Children Easy Healing
Sometimes, I feel sorry for you. I’m not there to hold you, and this clouded sky do not let you talk to the moon.
NIKITA GANDHI

Feeling Hold Moon Sorry Talk Time Touch Yourself
Stop changing things in a way they are not meant to be.
NIKITA GANDHI

Changing Stop Way
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
Stay peaceful until your inner conflicts turn into a war with someone.
NIKITA GANDHI

Peace Stay War Yourself
The lotus grows out of the mud. Love the lotus; do not love the mud.
NIKITA GANDHI

Flower Growth Lotus One Liner
In the story, I was the woman of words, where you couldn’t be a man of actions. At least my words weren’t a lie.
NIKITA GANDHI

Action Lying Man Myself Relationship Woman Word
Sometimes it’s suffocating by being surrounded by happiness and not being able to feel it.
NIKITA GANDHI

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
If I’m sharing you with myself, I’m daring to share your thirst for warmth, your body and soul, even your mistakes gone wrong.
NIKITA GANDHI

Body Dare Mistake Myself Share Soul Thirsty Wrong
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

Breathe Love Myself Relationship Shallow Tired
You don’t need to wear a strong scent, to make me feel your presence. I can hear your heart calling my name from miles away.
NIKITA GANDHI

Call Heart Myself Name Need Perfume Strong
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
Sometimes its suffocating by being surrounded with happiness and not being able to feel it.
NIKITA GANDHI

Feeling Happiness Suffocate Surround Time

I thought butterflies are frail until they began to flit in my stomach.

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