mr_enigma

A soul in a perpetual journey of understanding different phases of human perception.

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  • mr_enigma 7w

    Unsaid

    There are somethings that are left unsaid, some truths, some confessions, some goodbyes...stifled and silenced even though they had every right to be heard. But what if it wasn't that way, would things have been different? We may never know... Because we forced ourselves to believe that those are best left unsaid... right?

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  • mr_enigma 15w

    She was the fantasy that I would jump into to wash off the stench of my woeful reality

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  • mr_enigma 20w

    Right/Wrong

    Even if you did 99 right things, people will always judge you with the one wrong you have done. So never force yourself to make everyone happy and don't expect everyone's appreciation. It's just a utopian dream.

    Even if you did nothing, some people will still judge you no matter what.

    Whatever seems right to you may seem wrong to someone with a different perspective. So never think that what you are doing is best for everyone. We do things that we think what is best for everyone. And that is only what we can do. After all we are just humans...

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  • mr_enigma 36w

    I didn't knew that you still existed in me, until the night found the tiny fabric of you inside me and weaved a dream for me.

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  • mr_enigma 48w

    Memories are like shackles. The toughest ones.
    No matter how hard you try to break it, it still clasps on you,
    Like a devilfish.


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  • mr_enigma 49w

    An evening walk, with some good people is all you need to pierce the burgeoning froth of melancholy inside you.


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  • mr_enigma 57w

    Let her fly.
    Let her fly above the clouds of dogmas and prejudice.
    Never let her dreams to be shattered because she is a she.
    She is a mother
    She is a sister
    She is a lover
    She is a friend
    She is a wife
    She is a daughter
    She is what which cannot be described with just words.
    So let her fly.
    Let her be what she is.

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  • mr_enigma 57w

    We were like the parallel lines that was always together yet never meant to be one.
    It all began when we took the slightest deviation in the hope of being one. Even though we were together ad interim, the price of our hope was too heavy that fate took us to different directions, never to be seen again.

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    Story of Parallel lines

    It all began when we took the slightest deviation in the hope of being one.

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  • mr_enigma 57w

    Define her.

    A charmful maze who enticed me into her. Except i didn't know the way out and lost myself into her.

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  • mr_enigma 57w

    How easy was it for me if I can wash away the reminiscence of your memories like the ocean washes away the footprints in the sand.

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