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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalSamica Mehta is a freelance writer and dancer. She is based in the UK, studying BA Dance at University of Surrey, Guildford. She’s a young girl who dares to dream and live life on her own terms. She is successful at expressing what's in her heart and toughing the nerve of young like-minded individuals. ‘I hope this finds you’ is a soul stirring, frank and fascinating, armed with incredible warmth, intense feelings and down to earth writing - she expresses the feelings of a young dreamer. You can follow her on Facebook (Samica Mehta), Instagram (samicamehta) and Wordpress (amtopmbysm.wordRead More...
Samica Mehta is a freelance writer and dancer. She is based in the UK, studying BA Dance at University of Surrey, Guildford. She’s a young girl who dares to dream and live life on her own terms. She is successful at expressing what's in her heart and toughing the nerve of young like-minded individuals. ‘I hope this finds you’ is a soul stirring, frank and fascinating, armed with incredible warmth, intense feelings and down to earth writing - she expresses the feelings of a young dreamer. You can follow her on Facebook (Samica Mehta), Instagram (samicamehta) and Wordpress (amtopmbysm.wordpress.com).
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spoken words are not enough, perhaps why we put them in a book. love is a giant turd —words are chaos, it is the sea upside down, and a delusion of galaxy on the floor. this is your saliva, it remains in your mouth and when in need, you may rub it on a bleeding wound. it is the sensation of the creator, you on your knees with your emotions in a cup of tea. wearing your heart with pride on your sleeve. there is no two ways to put it — i am giving you the pe
spoken words are not enough, perhaps why we put them in a book. love is a giant turd —words are chaos, it is the sea upside down, and a delusion of galaxy on the floor. this is your saliva, it remains in your mouth and when in need, you may rub it on a bleeding wound. it is the sensation of the creator, you on your knees with your emotions in a cup of tea. wearing your heart with pride on your sleeve. there is no two ways to put it — i am giving you the permission to fall apart. i am telling you that when you walk miles with the fog of failure or the suffering of success on your shoulders, you humanise in ways you cannot decipher.
how can we even tell, where one begins and the other ends? if we look too deep for what it means, we might forget what we came for.
a cup of life for two celebrates the survival of words.
there is nobody i will never not write for.
i close my eyes putting my most beautiful dream of watching you sleep to an end
i hold you, because i can, and let my body whisper
“you make self-love look so easy and beautiful.”
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you gave a face to my future and my dreams
you gave my direction a path
my calls of hope a voice to reach
my eyes a sight to see
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“you’ve got sad eyes with a hint of braveness,” is all she said,
that moment chan
i close my eyes putting my most beautiful dream of watching you sleep to an end
i hold you, because i can, and let my body whisper
“you make self-love look so easy and beautiful.”
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you gave a face to my future and my dreams
you gave my direction a path
my calls of hope a voice to reach
my eyes a sight to see
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“you’ve got sad eyes with a hint of braveness,” is all she said,
that moment changed my life
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i still think i just needed to be kissed, or hugged, or talked to about ordinary dreams, failures, about bridges and red rare bushes. about souls and personalities - broken personalities - and how they are fixable. how sadness isn’t here to stay but it might take a while. how some days you need to be on your own and just make it to the end of the day or cry it all out on your own because friends aren’t always there beside you. i just feel so deeply for everything, and i’m not sure if there’s anything scarier than that. because this is life. its cold and harsh with cracks of warmth and softness.
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i slept. i dreamed of words. can you mend me?
i hope this finds you is the question of all the answers you’ve been searching all your life.
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