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When vaunted affection concedes to a daunted willClouds of doubt creep in to your summer skiesIts your brain at the end of the day, not the heartResisting the temptation of fire; we aren't butterfliesWho doesn't want to walk the extra mile? I doWho doesn't want to push and give it all?But who will be there to pick up the pieces?Once you get shattered, when and not if, you fallNaivety is not a

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Capsuled hope, taken three times a dayWith resignationAfter each bout of disappointmentLife is a fatal diseaseHe asks you to smile; she asks you to laughYour confused face distorts somewhere between a laugh and a smileForced beyond enforceableWeighed down by the wreckage of tattered dreams Deliberation in small joys to help forget bigger sorrowsA delusion everyone is happy to createAh life! a

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Hi everyone, I am Mr. HappyWho used to be Mr. SnappyI was grumpy, I was clumsyI was whimsically whimsyI used to be sad, very badNow I am not, aren’t you glad?Today, I even run with the breezeMy clothes don't have any wrinkled creaseI smile now and not just for showAm perpetually out of my perpetual lowAren’t you happy that I no longer snap?If you are, on 1-2-3, clap! clap! clap!

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Your petals of youth shall dry up like an autumn wellYour fragrance, ah! heavenly, shall be lost to the windJust a harbored cocoon where you shall live forever,Psychedelic subconscious of this restless mindYou will be the lonely absoluteA sole certainty amidst the chaos aroundThe tears, the smiles, the sense of gain or lossLike the rushing world from inside a trainO watchful eyes! and my lookout

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Some dreams we never see, just happen to usMy dream, you flew to me like an albatrossI never thought, you’re who I soughtI never saw you behind the doorYou never came in my dreamsBut like I said, some dreams just happen to usBlue skies and green earth, you're the fire in my hearthI didn’t see the spark, was in the dark far too longBut it’s warm here and I don’t wish to fall asleep‘Cause there’s

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Eny meny miny mo!Catch the devil by the toeHit him hard, hit him lowUppercuts, Counter-punches, land the blowI hate him, you hate him, show no mercy to the bloodhoundDo all in your reach, kick him, ah!!! the crunching soundKick him hard; make him lick his defeat and his woundsShow him the wrath of mortals, give him some mortal woundsEny meny miny mo!Kill your devil, kill him slowww

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Ask me not what I can giveI have given already as muchAsk me not what I have hiddenI didn't hide anything as suchDon't pretend like I am selfishWhen all my smiles are named after youDon't say that I gave you just a pieceI gave the whole me and you don't have a clueI don't lie, at least when I say I don'tTimes and tides may leave your side, I won'tA waiting tide, a still in timeA drop of dew on

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That cup of tea on my handFingers clasped around itIt felt so real, yet it never wasIs this life less warm because it wasn’t?Dreams, parallel worldsYou smiled and everything bloomedToday when I saw you in the mallYou didn’t even look backSo different we wereIn that world that we let goSo warm, like that cup of teaFull of hopes, full of joyIt felt so real, I believed it wasAwakening to my senses

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Daddy had told Billy, “All humans are equal.”Yesterday when Daddy was having a quarrel with the neighborBilly was writing a sentence over and over againThat Daddy gave to him, a handwriting exercise“We all love each other.”Tomorrow Billy will ask, “Why did you yell at him, Daddy?”And Daddy will look at him, look at him and keep lookingFor he will need time to searchAn excuse to excuse him from

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Day before yesterday he slipped, he fell, he cursed the gutter, and he walked againYesterday again, he slipped and I watched the replay, even his cursing sounded dubbedWhen he slipped today as well, I could no longer contain myselfI went to the gutter, squinted my eyes for something, NothingThe gutter wasn’t bigI tried to walk over it the way he didI didn’t slip, I didn’t fall and I didn’t have

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Hey rotting carcass, horrid corpse!!Come no closerYour stench disgusts meLeave me aloneO culmination of putridity,You deserve damnation in hellA thousand years and moreTill you bleed from the woundsThat you inflicted upon othersAnd the swarms of flies make itHard to see your faceAnd the vileness in your cold, black heart freezesIn the colder depths of hellOh yes, how I wish to see that look on

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मल्हम लगाने बोहोत आए, दर्द छुपा सीनेमेजीलो केह्ते हे सब यहाँ, जलन होता हे जीनेमेसारे आस्मान भर आए, जस्न चले तारोकीदिलमे फुल नही खिले, ना चली खुस्बु बहारोकीसारे जगमे सोचा था, एक फूल मेरे नाम लिखाक्या पता सबकी नसीबमें नही, हर कोई जो दिखाअब तो दिया बुझाकर रात कटे, अंधेरोमे मुझे खोने दोईतना कुछ तो हो गया, बांकी भी तुम होने दोअंधेरोमें, अकेलेमें दर्द भुलाकर रोने दो

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Long, long time ago, before you were bornThere lived a loner viewed with contempt and scornHe was a jolly man once, they say she left him coldThese days he seldom walks out, his house is worn and oldI see him coming out and look far from the porchDuring the dead night of winter and during the summer day scorchI never see him close but I know his eyes were wetSearching far far away, waiting a long

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Somewhere in the folds and corners,A spring came loose, insanityHaunting and feeding on avariceDemises, triumph upon a dead cityHow sad, sadder, saddest our desiresTearing down our own house, we hoot for bonfiresSomewhere in the woods, a body hangs from a treeChains and shackles were worse enough, now the man is freeDisgusted, retching, I flee from the scene, only the moon was saneThey say pain

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Sublime fear, of nothing and everything. The road not taken, the road less traveled. What am I going to choose? Who am I going to be? Echoes, just echoes unanswered. Long time since I wrote a prose, why now? Self-satisfaction? haha. I am a selfish soul. Just like 7 billion others. Don't want to be odd one out. Anyway, here I am, there I write, anything everything, nothing.Nothing coherent,

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Frozen teardrops, flakesFalling and rising, again fallingEver so softlyAll around meTo the rhythm of the windLike a billions moleculesHither and thitherUnder the glow of the lightShining like emeraldsEngulfing me, enshrouding meAnd my soul flies with their fallAnd dances with their riseEver so softlyAt that moment, when no one was watchingThe frozen, dancing emeraldsDanced and flew just for

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Stilled in his clamouringDropped during his flightLike the meteors that plungeIcarus, now a museum pieceDismissed by the publicHe started off like all dreamers doThere was a time when Icarus flewEntire world beneath his mightCloser and closer to the SunTo his culmination before the wax meltedAt the height of his zenithThere, my friend, his dream was silencedUltimate dream of kissing the SunWith

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Faces, empty spaces and these formless imagesLong stretches of silence amidst countless mazesWhite horses, black doves, unorthodox rainingLooking out for familiar things, found myself strainingCareless, carefree; yet I'm tired of walking the roadRiding white horse, I've gone far searching my abodeFlushing heat waves rushing, gushing to my toeRush, rush rush; crush, crush, crush till I feel pretty

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Finding your place amidst the crowdI speak soft, they want me loudIts not me they will be gettingNo use later, don't want you regrettingForce me to change and I will not changeCall it whatever, call it "sweet revenge"Can't seethe like fire and crawl like a mouseSoon you will be all alone in the houseA mouse that crawls and a human that walksThe mouse will squeak and human will talkNo, never!I've

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Dear Ocean, your waves erased my love todayThey roared, they soared and took away my loveI was mournful before I was thankfulFor I realized later,Eternal solace of grief is perhaps better thanEphemeral cycles of love and lovelessDear Ocean, I hold no grudge against youNor do I complainBut tomorrow again, I know I will be mourningCursing your waves for what they didI will come again searching for

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Across the street and down at the mallI thought I saw you last FallYou turned away from meI couldn’t be sureIf it was you or just my thoughtsMy days have blown with the windLike the one that once blew over your faceIt stroked you because it wanted toNot just the wind or occasional rainI seek to be with you throughout your painsHopeless and choiceless, I am stuck in midwayI can’t tell you my story

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I looked out from the window. Everything felt new. Maybe it was my eyes playing tricks on me but I felt new and rejuvenated and that was for real. I went outside for a cold and fresh breath of air. I looked far and across the field. World could not have been better. I tried to capture this moment, perfect and serene. The flowers bloomed in the field. The sun was new and orange. The sky was tinged

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Mrs. Johns was expecting a baby. Was it a boy of a girl? That she didn’t know and didn’t want to. She would often be heard saying, “It is not for me to find out beforehand whether it’s a boy of a girl. I’ll know when God wants me to know.” She held onto this belief so firmly that she didn’t even let her physician to carry out an Ultrasound test on her fetus.Throughout her pregnancy, she bought

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The air was still damp from last nights’ rain. Wet soles of Steve’s shoes were leaving its mark on the concrete slab of the pavement. Steve crushed the burnt-out butt of cigarette under his feet; the hissing noise of the smoldering cylinder was drowned by the howling of the wind. There went the last remaining cigarette for the day and if his resolution held any grounds, the final one of his

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Is beauty ephemeral?Like the skin that dries upAnd wrinkles that form over your faceEvery time you look into mirrorYou won't find what was thereA long long time agoAnd you'll think that others might thinkThat you are not beautifulThe depth is not skin-deep, my friendAnd however old you might getTill your caring heart remains youngTill your gracious conscience stays youngDon't be afraid! my

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हिजो मात्रै सपना देखेकोतर खै कता हो कता हराएछअनि खोज्दा खोज्दै झमक्कै साँझ पर्‍योभोली फेरी खोज्नेछु कतै न कतैकुनै न कुनै कुनामाभेटिएला कि भन्ने झिनो आशामाप्रयास सम्भवत असफलएक चित्त बुझाउने बाटोखहरेको भेल उर्लिएको बेलाझोलुङे पुल के नै पो धान्न सक्छ र?तर अझै एक चोट बाकी छयो मक्केको काठ माथिखहरे सुस्ताउने आशामाझोलुङे पुल हल्लिरहेछहावाको बेगसंगै

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That rainbowEndless to the horizonI fly and flyTo catch it in the mid-airTotal bliss, peace, purificationThoughts of a mad-manMad-bird?Rainbow dodges meAgain and againAnd I fly and flyTill the rainbow endsAnd I wait againFor the next rainbowA rainbow that doesn't runA rainbow that doesn't endI wait for MY rainbow.

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Waves of blanknessHitting a blank wallCreating a voidOf nothingnessAnd the oblivion watchesFrom a distanceVacant eyesUnoccupied thoughtsNothing livesNothing diesIt’s only an empty lotSearching yields no resultsFinding is losingLosing is intolerableYet the search is onI don’t expect you to findI can't be wrongYou don’t know nothing

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They cameThey preachedEach in his own voiceMonotonousMetallicBrutalCajollingEach telling me thatThe God I believed inAnd the God they believed inWere differentThat the way I attain GodIs not a way at allAnd when I didn't believe themThey persistedWith the same voiceForcing me to believeBut unable to back their theoriesExcept with folkloresAnd so called God's wordsThey may not knowBut I too have

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All candles beckon mothsRaw and stupid they obey"Come to my light and glory""Why not? Candle,” naïve moths sayI am not a moth, dear candleYou can’t make me obeyFor the light you give to meA dear price I have to payYour tears for those moths are fakedI know that to be trueNo matter how hard you tryNothing will make me come to youSo many candles in the worldLet tears not sway you my friendIt’s

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The old tree is withering with careAs if preparing to fall softlyThe ground is sodden and muddyWill it cushion the fall?Its leaves are the color of deathIts branches ghost of lifeTruncated off its glory and daysIt stands old but wiseI used to be with itWhen it was lush and greenReminiscent of happier timesIts leaves reminder of eternal springNo tombstone will be raised for itNo epitaph will be

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Down the streetA Coke-canCrushed to the deathStill oozing cokeFinal hours of deathGarbage man will approach soonI felt pity"Hey Man!Why r u picking it?Someone threw it away"Someone tells me.I didn't tell him butI picked it becauseSomeone threw it away.

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Torn in twos and threesPunctured all overScratched in a place or twoThis isn't a rag, my friendWhy do I have it?When I don't need itWhen broken to piecesWhy do I mend it?I don’t have an answerI don’t have a reasonJust a piece of junkObsolete yet dearLife sucked out of itIt looks a lot like meNothing I can do about itWhy do you ask again and again?No, I won’t give it to youI trust no one with

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I hear the mocking laughter of yoursIt mocks no pride in meI see the coldness in your eyesIt chills no bone of meI smell the putrid thoughts of yoursIt swells no disgust in meI feel the blatant wrath of yoursIt spurs no vengeance in meI observe the mercenary principle of yoursIt holds no value for meI stand-alone in this big world of yoursAs alone as one can be.

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Unobscured by the dimming visions,Unblemished by the shadowy nights,Despite the threatening gloom,Your serene face smiles deep within me.Enshrouded in the veil of melancholy,My cheery self has tarnished with time.Yet when I dreamily recall our times togetherDespite myself, a smile plays across my lips.Engulfed in the suffocating darkness,When I try to break freeI see my guardian angel,The

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Life is too short to wait, for someoneLife is too short to regret, for somethingDo not waste your life making friendsThey forget you faster that your rivals doDo what is there to be doneWho knows when the fuel runs dry?A blink of an eye is all that it takesTo wave this world goodbye

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The day ended in a sad tuneA tune of loss, a tune of griefOr was it the tune of eternal double-cross?Whatever it was, the tune was sad.A bird screamed at the top of a treeA cry of fear, a cry for helpOr was it the cry for perennial tears?That wet the vision; so dark, so hostileI was dreaming of a white flagSuddenly there was a patch of bloodI looked down on me, my arms were missingThose patches

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Silent nightTwinkling starsI, a lone stargazerCocooned in my lonelinessSilent but not twinklingAloneLacklusterMelancholicLackadaisicalAdjectivesThat may define meAnd my inner thoughtsStars mock meI, the lonely stargazerUnaccompaniedAn islandAm subject to mockeryWon’t you take your turn?

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Hey Sweetie! Have you found yourself a new guy?If you have, tell me how does he look?Does he smile better than me?Does he too go crazy about your looks?Hey Sweetie! How often do you go out with him?Does he care enough for you?Or even more, do you care for him?Does your heart beat faster when he is around?Tell me Sweetie! Is he better looking than me?Or that he can share your feelings better?Or is

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I saw the treeThe grapes were farI didn't jumpI couldn't have reachedI declared them sourToday, I ponder to myselfWhy didn't I jump?What if I could have reached?Probably I would not haveBut I didn't tryAnd therein lies the rubI don't see the tree nowGrapes are gone along with the treeNot everyone gets a second chanceYet I fear finding the treeMore than I fear not finding itIf I jump and I don't

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