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Or may I say, first try at actually studying ;')

You know, You started a fire in me, That cannot die. When we first met, It was like I've never known Someone like this ; A living, breathing, sensation. People say, that Young love is vulnerable And that it's crazy. And let me tell you, Now - That, I love Our younger selves more. Those reckless, Vulnerable and crazy beings That we once were. The thing which, They never tell you is - Young love is so beautiful That it will make you fall so hard. You forget everything That's around you And you see the world differently ( Or you doesn't see that at all). You see it as a magical, Heavenly place, Where your heart is At its most content. But, in between these - You forget one thing. It is this same world, Which ripped the Two of you apart ; And placed it in Different grounds - but With the fire still Burning inside; With the fire Which Cannot Die. ~Mumtaz Assim #poems #poem #poemsofinstagram #poetryquotes #poetry #poet #poetsofig #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #writers #writersofig #instaphoto #wordporn #poetsofindia #poetsofinstagram #artofpoets #words#writersnetwork #writerswrite #goodreads #life #lostlove #love #longing #hope #writerstag https://www.instagram.com/p/Bsa8c9xAlAd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=hcqjq9j7uwtf

The wildflower, is something of a peculiar kind. It grows, in the most unnecessary places. Between the cracks of a wall, Or from a piece of almost anything. But it grows anyway. Fighting for existence, growing, and also suffering. But in the end, it blooms. And it stays, there -- in the cracks; making us remember, that suffering, is okay; that growth, is necessary. And that, it's how our lives are meant to be; Fight and grow --- Like a wildflower. ~Mumtaz Assim #wildflower #nature #words #poetry #poetryquotes #writersnetwork #writingcommunity #writerswrite #goodreads #writersofinstagram #writersofig #fighting #struggle #life https://www.instagram.com/p/BsTMHR9gGYn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vhf5h8p3hwte

If we try to look around the world in a certain way, we will come to know that everyone is going through the same hardships as ourselves: that how much our own lives resembles theirs. Everyone is fighting their own battle, but just differently. We fight for love, we fight for people, we fight for little things and even for life , even though we know that it would be a really bad idea. But, most of all, we fight because , the things we gain after fighting for, is much more sweeter than having it for no cost at all. And everyone’s life is their own battlefield.