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What good you did in separating those petals from a rose show some efforts in separating it’s thorns.

Nikita Gandhi

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
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
I have been confused with many pretty smiles earlier but your canines hit me differently.
NIKITA GANDHI

Different Early Myself Smile
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
I don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.
NIKITA GANDHI

Beautiful Body Close Mindset Myself Soul 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
Any day can be Monday when you choose to start right.
NIKITA GANDHI

Choice Day Right Start Yourself
The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.
NIKITA GANDHI

Drown Fantasy Myself Sound Summer
All those lavenders seemed purple in love they turned lilac without him.
NIKITA GANDHI

Absence Break Up Color Love
Our noses mingled, even though we had sharp differences. Yet we kept on fighting, over minor preferences.
NIKITA GANDHI

Fight Ourselves Preference Relationship Togetherness
With every new sunset, the sun fears that the waves might stop paying homage to it at night.
NIKITA GANDHI

Fear Home Night Stop Sun Sunset Wave
The lotus grows out of the mud. Love the lotus; do not love the mud.
NIKITA GANDHI

Flower Growth Lotus One Liner
Surviving is to overcome a hurting wound living is to see your face each morning.
NIKITA GANDHI

Face Hurt Live Morning See Survive Wound
Darling, everything is likely to fall in place, only if you make up your mind to stay.
NIKITA GANDHI

Fall Make Up Mindset Place Stay Yourself
We have engaged ourselves so much in the idea of self love, that everyone else appears to be empty shelves.
NIKITA GANDHI

Appearance Empty Engagement Ideas Love

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