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Conversations: Innocent Thoughts About Love

Come follow me on this journey of innocent thoughts, where you fall in love but still can’t help heartbreaks, where you tie yourself to relationships brimming with grief, loss, and happiness. Conversations at Genesis is a heartfelt collection of poems, quotes, and stories that celebrates the beginning of connection—the genesis of emotions, relationships, and self-discovery. Through tender reflections and honest moments, this book captures the innocence of raw emotions: the joy, the pain, and the quiet strength that define our lives. Inspired by the question, “Will you love me the same way?”, the collection invites readers into a world of vulnerability and courage, where every conversation becomes an opportunity to be seen, understood, and loved. These pieces explore the complexity of human connection: the bittersweet beauty of imperfection, the ache of loss, and the triumph of hope in the face of heartbreak. This is a journey through a world where success is often defined by failure, w...
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Reflections

Reflections of pictures..
Reflections of figures sitting closer..
Reflections of scriptures written bolder..
Reflections of toys…
That broke after the summer holidays.
Reflections of clothes..
That flew in the stormy rain.
Reflections of shoes..
That stood beside.
Reflections of holes..
That brood inside.
Reflections of stories..
Reflections of faces emerging unfinished.
Reflections of traces urging repeatedly.
Reflections of hands..
That left their mark..
Reflections of lands..
That can be ventured even in dark.
Reflections of songs..
That were sung in glorious fury.
Reflections of wrongs..
That were misguided by envious jury.
Reflections of seizure..
Reflections of teaser..
Reflections long gone…
But still visible refusing to be blurry.
Reflections of drops which were unseen.
Reflections that stops despite being keen.
Reflections of lies..
Reflections of denies..
Reflections that felt so real..
Overpowered by surreal.
Those that stay..
Are rare..
Deeper by the day..
As much from the stare.
Where reflections of incisions..
That got wounded in a stealthy affair.
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