Sometimes its suffocating by being surrounded with happiness and not being able to feel it.
NIKITA GANDHIThere are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.
More Nikita Gandhi Quotes
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We have engaged ourselves so much in the idea of self love, that everyone else appears to be empty shelves.
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I wonder if there is someone in the sky waiting for me to wake up at five.
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Silent hearts carrying pain quietly are likely to make thunders cry loud.
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Do not insist me to let you go, you come half hearted like a crescent moon, and you go heart-filled like a full moon which glows.
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The journey of fire begins, survives and ends with air.
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You can’t measure, my love for you. I’m a victor. I steal you, from my very own self, every minute every day.
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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.
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There are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.
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Our noses mingled, even though we had sharp differences. Yet we kept on fighting, over minor preferences.
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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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Sometimes I wish that I was the first you’ve met when you turned eighteen. There could be so many more years which we could have lived together.
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Breaking things as a child seemed so easy, than fixing broken things as a adult.
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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.
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Anger makes you vulnerable, It slowdowns the mind and make us slip our tongues often.
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All I want for christmas is your warmth, near the firing woods. Cuddling on the chair, swinging in merry times, forgetting our bad lies.
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