A Smoker’s Journal

The feels of something ending, which has been attached to you for so long is always devastating. Even if it’s something you hate. As I light up what is supposed to be the last cigarette of my life, my soul trembles down. As the first puff hits, my taste buds activate, followed by my lungs …

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By You I Will Stand

Lend me your Hand Which is soft to touch By you I will Stand I swear I Avouch   We shall never part Come what may We shall keep going our last Let There be Thorns our way -Swapnil Yadav

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The Fancy Night

1 a.m. on the clock, half of the world’s asleep and all i can hear is dead silence. The thin air around me carries more sound than anything else. Screen lit and fingers tapping on the keyboard, considered to be loudest. Still in this inexpressible silence, I can hear a million things. All the things …

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