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Words capable of instantly bringing me down to my knees

- I can't promise you that everything will be okay. How can I be sure of something like that? But I can promise you that through all this and more, I will never leave you alone. You have me as you have your breaths, part of you.

- I try so hard, you know, to understand your tragedy. I swear if I can, I would bear your pain.

- I am praying for you, you are in my thoughts and my wishes. If God decides to grant me one thing, all he would find is you in my head.

- It is a superhuman achievement, you know, carrying on, when there is an endless war going on in your mind. But you are tired my friend, there is nothing more you can do right now but to close your eyes and cry yourself to sleep. And when you will wake up, I will be right here, I promise.

- Do you need ice cream? Do you need a book? Do you need a hug? Do you need someone to sit next to you in silence? Do you need me? There is very little in the world that I wouldn't do for you.

- It's not easy, to be kind to others when life has been mean to you for years. And when nothing makes you happy, I want you to remember that you are a good person and the universe would be super proud of you, just like I am.

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My father once told me that I am clumsy, that I am born to break things and people.

Can you tell him that I am trying my best not to, and in the process it's me who is breaking apart?

My mother once told me that she couldn't save herself. But she will definitely save me.

Can you tell her that I don't want to be saved if it means fixing my flaws? That will kill me anyway.

My brother once told me that he wants to run away so far that he will forget his way back home.

Can you tell him that home is not a place but people? You can't run away from the beat of your own heart.

My teacher once told me that I will become a great person someday, that I have the brains to shine upon the world.

Can you tell her that I will choose being good over being great anyday? That I don't want to shine if it means that my heart goes dark.

My best friend once told me that it is all going to be okay, that he will stay until it is not.

Can you tell him that it is not okay at all to leave when things get difficult? That a broken promise turns into a scar, it hurts whenever you touch it.

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I pray for your heart to have the strength to pick up its pieces each time it breaks, but not strong enough that no tragedy can break it.

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DISCLAIMER

I'm an engineer by day and a writer by night. I write my imagination both in verses and in codes. And going forward is my take on how the universe works, backed by an engineering analogy. I hope you enjoy reading it :)

The Universal Theorem

People say that the universe works in mysterious ways, many believe in destiny, others believe in coincidences. Everyone has their own theories based on their experiences, a miracle for one can be ordinary for another.

Before I tell you my theory, I need you to know that I am a software developer who develops a tool which randomly generates scenarios/testcases to test a processor. And I often wonder that maybe universe works in a similar way.

Though a lot of things that happen in the universe are purely random, from the tiniest events like seeing a rainbow or getting stuck in traffic to the life changing events like falling in love or losing a loved one, I still think that something can't happen unless universe allows it and something that is meant to happen will eventually happen. It's like what I do, I can't tell when a particular testcase will be picked but I can guarantee that it will be picked. Also, I know which testcases we don't generate at all.

Now people who use our tool come to us all the time to request for more test cases which I think is similar to us praying to the universe, wishing upon the stars, putting coins in wells or making a birthday wish. We accept some requests because they will improve our tool and reject some because they are not compatible with our future plan. The universe knows things that we don't know, it knows all our emotions and our secrets that we hide in depths of our soul. We may not understand it that time and it may hurt a little, but I think the universe does the best it can to make us a better version of ourselves in the long run.

Now you may argue that the universe is not right all the time, it makes mistakes. And I would totally agree with you, because no matter how much we try to make our tool perfect, it always has some bugs. But let's not spend our time blaming the universe, I am sure it is continuously working on its algorithm to reduce the number of bugs.

Thank you universe for looking after me. It really lights up my sad days to know that if no one else, at least you will always care about me. I believe that you work in random ways, but I also believe that your random has a plan.

I hope someday I get to work with you on your random scenario generation tool, there's always scope to improve :p

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It always amazes me how rain can mean a lot of things to me, lullaby to my ears, tears to my eyes, petrichor to my nose, quench to my lips, rebel to my mind, falling hard to my heart and letting go to my soul.

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Out of all the theories I have, this one is my favourite.

You know how the sky is painted in a thousand colours during sunrise and sunset, when everything around you becomes a part of you? The world so silent, as if the universe is sitting next to you, reminding you that amidst all the chaos, how beautiful beginnings and endings can be.

Or the weather just before a thunderstorm, rumbling of the sky and sudden gust of the wind, which reminds you of something powerful and ancient, of the mysteries of the universe and the sudden desire to solve them.

Or the warm sunny days, perfect weather to step out with a little bounce in your steps, have brunch and just lie down on the grass as the sunbeams light up all of your heart.

Or when it has been raining from days, not heavily but a constant drizzle, as if the sky is trying very hard to hold back its tears, as if it understands how difficult it is to let go.

I sincerely believe that the weather people like the most is how they feel inside most of the time.

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We can remember each other like this.

Let my heartbeats be the music of your verses,

and let your love be bookmarked in my words.

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You know this world is messed up when something like this does not surprise me, but it still horrifies me beyond words. Please spread this so we can raise awareness and look for ways to help!

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Some broken wishes here and there, and soon we'll learn that a shooting star has always been beautiful :)

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We attend the

hearing uninvited,

We think ourselves as

the Gods of justice,

And the courtroom

as our rightful palace,

We hear everything

the convict appeals

with our own hands

stained with blood

from the last murder,

We pass the verdict

that he is guilty

of the crime of

turning into a monster,

We celebrate with

clinking glasses,

as Satan adds yet

another sin we will

carry with our lives,

And just like that

we never realised

we really can't judge

when we would've done

the same thing if

we were in his place,

right?

~ monsters are not born, they are made

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The promises that are hardest to keep are the ones we make to ourselves.

~ broken promises

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If you would ask me

Why I keep it all inside

What stops me from

Screaming the names

That caused me pain

I'll tell you that

I'm no more the rain

I hide a storm inside

And I'll not stop until

I destroy the hearts

That I plan to fall for

In the next life again

// storms that are named after people //

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I don't understand why people expect artists to convert their sadness into art. Why do they think that if they just let us do our thing, we will be alright?

It is true that I find comfort in words, but that is because I have no one else to go to.

I will anytime prefer to cry out loud wrapped tightly in someone's arms, while he brushes my hair and says, "there, there, you're safe now," instead of disguising my tears as ink on paper.

// we are humans before artists //

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Aries: I can tell by your eyes you’ve had to fight for every good day you’ve ever had.

Taurus: Sometimes I imagine my arms are dusk and dawn and somewhere in time, you are lost between them.

Cancer: Loving you is the reason I wake up, and your hands are the only answer to all of this loneliness inside of me.

Gemini: I miss places I only went to in my heart.

Leo: At the end of the day what is it you want to take hold of? who do you wish to, push into? what flesh would become your flesh too? whose light would brighten your corners? whose sound would echo there in your bones? whose sigh would you scream?

Scorpio: I’m afraid to hold your hand because letting go isn’t easy.

Sagittarius: Sometimes I say your name out loud when there's no one around. It’s my way of making sure you are real and not a dream. that you're in my mouth, my throat, and I can taste you always.

Virgo: Has anyone ever loved you soft enough to break your bones?

Libra: Would it ever be enough - every day with you?

Capricorn: Hand in hand we circle around the sun, always a smile away from growing into the shadows we’re running from.

Aquarius: You’re the ache I’m trying to survive.

Pisces: I’m realizing I still haven’t learned how to forgive myself for all the things I couldn't become.

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Aries: The way you look at me is the safest place I know.

Taurus: When I say I miss you, it means there’s so much I don’t know how to say, that places inside me are looking for someone who is only you.

Cancer: Love is what I am when I think of you.

Gemini: I’m losing breath every time your lips form my name, but I keep imagining you standing in the sun and letting every bad feeling go.

Leo: How long will it take for my heart to stop asking what’s missing?

Scorpio: There’s a forest in your bones whose trees I was once born under, now I’d cross thousands of miles and travel by foot without hesitation if it meant being next to you.

Sagittarius: I hate how good I am at missing you.

Virgo: I’ve swallowed so much darkness sometimes the moon wakes up inside of me mistaking me for the night.

Libra: I feel like I’m the wrong word, that the language in me is an ocean I can’t tame. I keep holding its floor with both hands, but the weight of the water will always be a veil around me that doesn’t know my name.

Capricorn: I said your name into an empty room and it became my favourite place.

Aquarius: I’d rob the night of its darkness and the sun of its fire if it meant another sight of you, another moment with you.

Pisces: All I know is that I want you, always.

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I’m not saying that he’s feeling sad, but I do know that if you put your ear to his chest and hold your breath, you can hear rain slowly trickling down the inside of his heart.

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Before you cook their favourite food,

Or you check the doorbell works as it should,

Before you find cassettes of their favourite song,

Or you think of their smile you've waited for so long,

Before you write poems for them to keep,

Or you keep yourself away from sleep,

Before you can't go back from all you've done

Ask them if they'll ever return.

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