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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.

Nikita Gandhi

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

Drown Fantasy Myself Sound Summer
You bloom one day, you do not on another. This is life and every flower doesn’t require the same amount of sunshine.
NIKITA GANDHI

Day Flower Life Requirement Sunshine Yourself
Silent hearts carrying pain quietly are likely to make thunders cry loud.
NIKITA GANDHI

Carry Cry Heart Loud Pain Silence
Sometimes its suffocating by being surrounded with happiness and not being able to feel it.
NIKITA GANDHI

Feeling Happiness Suffocate Surround Time
The lotus grows out of the mud. Love the lotus; do not love the mud.
NIKITA GANDHI

Flower Growth Lotus One Liner
You can’t measure, my love for you. I’m a victor. I steal you, from my very own self, every minute every day.
NIKITA GANDHI

Love Measurement Myself Steal
Breaking things as a child seemed so easy, than fixing broken things as a adult.
NIKITA GANDHI

Adult Break Children Easy Healing
There are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.
NIKITA GANDHI

Cry Emotion Ourselves Scream
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
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
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
It is hard holding a spot in your body that doesn’t want you.
NIKITA GANDHI

Body Hard Hold Yourself
All those lavenders seemed purple in love they turned lilac without him.
NIKITA GANDHI

Absence Break Up Color Love
My notebook couldn’t carry the burden of all those words which my heart once felt.
NIKITA GANDHI

Book Burden Carry Feeling One Liner
I chose myself today, not over you. I can never do that, and you know that well. I just chose the new me over my past self.
NIKITA GANDHI

Choice Day Myself Past
Our noses mingled, even though we had sharp differences. Yet we kept on fighting, over minor preferences.
NIKITA GANDHI

Fight Ourselves Preference Relationship Togetherness

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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