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stutispage · 3 months
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Flaccid
Decay is inevitable,
Thus making every*thing* flaccid,
the only rigid possibility is our "mind"
the moment we let go,
of the *me* from the *me*mory
we become infinite in
our very own being!
Stuti Arora
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stutispage · 8 months
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Scaling Heart
Sometimes I feel
Scales growing on my heart
it hurts, it aches
and then i Scream,
with all I've got
and I realise
all I have is a
broken heart!
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stutispage · 10 months
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Touch
How every touch has a feeling,
It feels different when in love
It feels like nothing when it is not love
Touch transmits a feeling of care
of Caress, at the same time
the same gesture could hold feelings of disgust 
and the same could make you feel comforted
Conscious of touch!
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stutispage · 1 year
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My Magical Car
cars are
MAGIC BOXES
you get in from one world & then you wake up in an another new world
- Stuti Arora (stutispage)
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stutispage · 1 year
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can’t help feelings
Sometimes at night, I still hold you tight , I try to miss you, But can't, Because I know, You are still there .
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stutispage · 1 year
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2023
Life has changed post pandemic,
the mindset,
the EQ,
and goals most of all.
to make a choice/s, 
and deciding to stick to it,
the chaotic and charismatic “present”
the fight for the greater good 
life has become bigger than what it ever was...
with Change as its forever constant!
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stutispage · 3 years
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Your deeds are your monuments. - RJ Palacio
More than anything today we are well, and we are sick at the same time. Some more than others, but more than the virus and the deaths, what is going on is the fight inside of us, troubled life crisis. That loss of purpose. 
It is really not the isolation that bothers, but the company of ones own thoughts. That are way more intense than what really is going on around us. 
Your deeds are your monuments.
yes, they truly are, and this is the best time, to make those monuments. And most of all it is the right time to show that “humanity” is still a buildable block, and not something that is in the ruins.
It takes tremendous strength to think straight, when your own existence is in question. But the irony is this is exactly when you can see clearly, and this clarity - if you choose it that is. It might make you do wonders. 
YOLO! make the most of it.
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stutispage · 4 years
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In one night.
In one night I had everything, In the same night I was a nothing.
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stutispage · 5 years
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little things
Just little things, sometimes said and sometimes done. Could turn into big and ugly scars in a beautiful relationship. Just mend them there and then, before they become festering wounds, beyond healing.
Heal before you have to let it go!!
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stutispage · 5 years
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the UN/intended
there are places, we might just say something totally unintended, and it might hurt... a simple word, an unintended laugh, could be just anything. but the bottom line is it was UNintended...
and when we intentionally would say or do things to hurt someone, how is that going to be accounted for? 
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stutispage · 5 years
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ONE WORD
The eyes grow deeper,
As the soul becomes hollow,
Fear takes me over,
As ambition goes lower,
“Just one word”,
And my heart broke,
No word for reply I could make,
I did not say,
For I was in a fray,
Would it be rite,
To break another too,
So I just kept quiet,
Gave no silence ,
No glare in the eye,
But just a smile ,
And said good bye...
Stuti Arora
31st March 2011
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stutispage · 6 years
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the Truth!
exactly metaphors and irony, a ways from reality... the only real things are pain and distance. 
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stutispage · 6 years
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Shout Out
There fight is ours It always has been In and out Out and in And in a world that is silent Our voice counts
So stand up and shout Once in a while For, if people who could make a difference We're to stand idle Busy in their own battles
What shall the world end up to be!!!!
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stutispage · 6 years
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Sleepless
too much dynamics, too much happiness, too much heavy, too much just way too much...
Sleepless.
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stutispage · 6 years
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the gift of art!
All of us artists were given these means to express...
Express the pain, some torment,
maybe a broken heart,
so that maybe we resonate somewhere,
and help heal others in the process of healing ourselves...
we are born with this sacred duty to heal the world.!
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stutispage · 7 years
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Maybe!!! ,
Maybe the time had come, that i had to just move on... Life had changed, or maybe lifetimes of endless love just changed in a fraction of a second... Never knew this process of unloving someone existed... It is heavy and liberating feeling. More than that the realization of my self worth...
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stutispage · 7 years
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have we ever gotten bored of ‘hunger’?
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