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The tooth fairy once for me was of immense fascination...
                                                                         The gone pearly whites stirring up a subtle selfishness of getting a new penny out of the fairy shire! The Easter bunny and the golden egg favors excited me even more for secrets lived before eyes and at all there was never a second call from within.

The closed mind hardly greets the wonders now...   the wet eyelids and the hugged pillows thereby switching the tiny world! They say,”oh! Well, you will just have to learn it the hard way “... But the problem lies nowhere near to complexities of time...  it is the voice of the soul creating charisma and crushing dreams at the same time... And it is then that a mere wish for locking up the heart comes up, couldn't I use it when I want to?!  Or maybe wrap up the secrets of mind, tie it to a balloon and let it fly away?  


The poor little feelings of mine stepped over...  how can one not fume over the conflicting emotions that collide and crush the artistic beats of heart?!  Sometimes there aren't just any easy answers… an open hand offered in dreams are what that adds a tinge of craziness in life, which turns a blind eye towards all the reasoning and you call it the mad heart! Gamble it when the questions take you nowhere and leave behind the heartaches…for the mind is familiar with these scars and sometimes logic helps you live in the perfect colors of life rather than the gray scale. 

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