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The journey of fire begins, survives and ends with air.

Nikita Gandhi

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
Sometimes its suffocating by being surrounded with happiness and not being able to feel it.
NIKITA GANDHI

Feeling Happiness Suffocate Surround Time
Stop changing things in a way they are not meant to be.
NIKITA GANDHI

Changing Stop Way
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
Anger makes you vulnerable, It slowdowns the mind and make us slip our tongues often.
NIKITA GANDHI

Angry Mindset Ourselves Slow Vulnerable
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
Any day can be Monday when you choose to start right.
NIKITA GANDHI

Choice Day Right Start Yourself
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
I wonder if there is someone in the sky waiting for me to wake up at five.
NIKITA GANDHI

Imagination Sky Waiting Wonder
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
Surviving is to overcome a hurting wound living is to see your face each morning.
NIKITA GANDHI

Face Hurt Live Morning See Survive Wound
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
It is hard holding a spot in your body that doesn’t want you.
NIKITA GANDHI

Body Hard Hold Yourself
My notebook couldn’t carry the burden of all those words which my heart once felt.
NIKITA GANDHI

Book Burden Carry Feeling One Liner
You make sunlight doubt its role in winters as you set my body on fire.
NIKITA GANDHI

Body Doubt Fire Role Sunshine Winter
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

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