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If I can let go of my true love then who are you for whom I will lower my standards?! 

If I can let go of the lover I loved in my teenage, 

Who are you coming forth in the dawn only to put chains and strains in my journey of self-discovery , Only to leave your filthy stain in my psyche, 

Casualties was never meant for me, 

As I long for deep connections, 

Those that will inspire me, and make me free of guilt, remorse or any negativities, 

I have fought with inner demons outwardly in many many a numbers- I have defeated the hunger of comfort in colorful pretence and lies, 

I have seen true colors of people, 

So if only you are true to yourself and have a beautiful mind, you are welcome in my shrine, 

So if only you have purest intentions and a sound understanding, I would welcome a collaboration rather than annihilation,

Sometimes you can not bind everyone with your presence, but can do it with your spoken words, aura and actions, 

Sometimes you can’t be with everyone but still can linger in their minds before you wane away in the slightest mist of doubts evaporated in the ocean of vice- one can not be selfless always! 

You have to protect your inner peace and integrity though some times It’s alluring,

Not all that is comforting is always healthy,

Sometimes discomfort brings the best outcomes,

Sometimes bitterness slowly changes your appetite- gradually it tastes better and sweeter! 

©® Farheen 

MIST, Mirpur Cantonment. 

7 am morning. 

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