Archive of Thoughts

By Lavina Jhangiani

Little pieces of inspiration picked up from several places make up this book.

Yes, it holds a bit of me.

But I think youd find that it holds a lot more of you.

This is an Archive of Thoughts,
hers, his, yours, mine,
ours.

Pain bonds us more than we know.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Apr 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543701265

Lavina Jhangiani

Lavina Jhangiani began writing poetry at the age of ten. This is her first book. She currently lives in Mumbai, India.

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Copyright © 2018 Lavina Jhangiani. All rights reserved.

ISBN

978-1-5437-0127-2 (sc)

978-1-5437-0126-5 (e)

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02/21/2018

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To the ones who understood and the ones that tried to.

Contents

Through Their Eyes

From My Eyes

For Your Eyes

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To all the people who have shared their stories with me, whether it was through word of mouth or through series of text or even an anonymous blog post, this is dedicated to you.

Through your stories I’ve become

a lover,

a victim,

a fighter,

a villain,

a saviour,

and

a survivor.

Thank you for inspiring me.

I am not a poet,

I cannot rhyme.

I cannot write you things

that make you fall in love

with me.

I am not an artist,

I cannot paint you a

pretty picture and have you

frame it on your wall.

I am not a singer,

I cannot tell you the emotions

I feel through

melodious tunes.

I am a nobody,

all I know to do is

to love.

Love and love.

But not express.

Never express.

25th May 2014

2:07 a.m.

Our story was nothing close

to some great,

unrequited love.

It was no skinny love tactic

or even an abusive relationship.

Our story was nothing of

great importance.

Nothing you’ll find in either

long novels or short stories.

Our story started with me

loving you

and sadly,

it ended there too.

10th February 2015

11:36 p.m.

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Letters, polaroids, mix tapes scattered

all