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Where there is a will, there is a way

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We are running before time, so instead of analysing and staring problem direct in the eye, we want automatic solution, quote is one of such method.

What is quote?

According to Wikipedia : “A quotation is the repetition of a sentence, phrase, or passage from speech or text that someone has said or writte“.

now why do we need someone else’s saying?

Because we want to learn from their experiences,isn’t it?

It’s human nature to look up to other. Well there is Quote, that does miracles, and when I say, I mean it.

Here it is…

Many of us might have watched, Will Smith starrer movie: ‘ pursuit of happiness’. Here the main character achieves his dreams, by his will power.

You would say it’s a movie! Fine, Have you heard about Michael Jackson, the legendary;or Bruce Lee? What would you say now?

i accept they worked hard, but do you think you can do it without will power? Damn No!

Will power is the coal inside a person, that resists fire turning off!

It’s a very powerful weapon, whose possessor can get whatever he desires(should be for mankind, of course!)

However one must know, just having will power is not enough, you need to be determinant to find your way.

You must :Be Willing To Will.

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Empires built and destroyed,

Napolean to king Suleiman;

Discovery of fire to firing battleground.

For they became the ‘ Heroes of Man’;

Who sang this anthem song:

Where there is a will, there is a way

Where there is a will, there is a way

…”.

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Lessen you’ thinketh

The more you think, the worse.

As thoughts are contradictory, self and others.

Uncombined twisted meaning of conventional wisdom.

Paradoxical events binds together, in an event of cognitive dissonance.

Has been less complicated in approach; Plato has not been melted into simplicity.

Greek philosophers to Indian ancient hymns: Large canonical texts, looks impressed.

Wonder it’s been, to decode:

Thoughts, it’s origin, processed, divided.

To me, to others and to this overlapping structure of society.

This ‘thought’, has robes to change.

Rightly been said:

The less you think, the better.

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Crown

Mesmerized:

by the precious gems, and jingles;
of my crown.

Many of you, raised brows and frowned.

You might be:

counting the stars of my sky, shining, much above; your ever did.

Agony of non- fulfilment might have caused:

you, bemoaning of theft.

And,
Less adamant you might be,
knowing:

Thorns in my crown

Those sleepless night, of countless efforts;
I made.

Eyes swollen, hand shivering;
body crying, “rest in need! “.

Dare I avoid!

Those Bating down.

I made those stars: glittery;
Brushing: time and time.



When you were resting, I at quest.



I choose those jwels from mine of bravest:
With armour of will, passion and writ.

Look the mockery of time,
Yet you question thorns of crown!
I adore it, from the day; I was born.


Blessed was I: to have the God.
To have mercy, to show a path.

Loved I was, it worked out, fruited sweet with dozens light.

But,


Here you go, doubting my sword!

I challange!

Wear your bestest, carry your sharpest;
Hold your shoulder tight!

Fight,
Have these scorns!
If you win,

You can own :

This bleeding crown”.

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Justifying your character

Life is amazing, isn’t it,
It has its own beats and drums.
Neither too straight, nor full of curves;
It’s a combo of both, with unequal amount.
The time when are at the top of sky, somehow we fall to the ground;
And when, we are at the bottom of our verge it’s gives us a sudden kick.
We spend long sleepless nights, just to wonder, what’s happening with us.
And sometimes we ask the astrologists to just predict for us,
But it doesn’t matter, we are never ready to welcome our life as it is.
Predicting is just another way to manipulate the reality, in our own bases.
Human existence along with others have been based on life, yet most of us, sometimes, just decide to quit.
What a wastage of the creator, if any; his time and wine.
Yet, no matter what one applies, this science of life is beyond common sense.
Sometimes it’s about pain and joy; sometimes it’s about mirth and coy.
Aren’t we in love with movies and drama of our favorite actors,

Can we imagine, if the life is same, then it’s a question; are we justifying with character we have got!

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Farcical joy

Blood, sweat and tears…it takes…


Memorising date and facts; mystery of history,
Well in past.
From might to could and right to should.
Textbooks to calendars; marked and noted.
Chapters which sung, the  rusted gold, paralysed bone.
Here is,
Knight ready,  his sword greedy;
Serve and save;
vanished and tarnished images of king and queen.
Dirge ballad, exalted force;
Human agony of mind, not heart;
flows.
Slashing without rhyme, lacking rhythmic line.
Graphic and plots, twisted with maline. Play judas and singing Facsimile.
Death bell played, before time.
Who knows, what’s one’s crime!
States besieged and perished,
Man to extinct, with fate sealed.
Left nothing, but dilapidated, obscured.
Few becomes the narrator;
Glorious war, Valiantly fought.
Many;
Unsung fool, murdered;
Yet justified.
Who fought whom, an eye for what;
be assured;

Impression will last.

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WHOSE FAULT


What is dream? What is aim?
What it is people long for?
She started searching, since she was kid,
She was different, she well thought.
A long notes, a lots of lecturers, heard and watched, as they said.
She thought, it was money, to grow rich!
So she started, methods for such;
She tried something without a plan, not knowing how and what to look for.
Suddenly, it wasn’t her dream, it wasn’t required.
Once again she found a new dream,
She thought it was to find a lover, someone rich, love her more, a worthy man of her love.
“I will devote my youth and old, happily together nothing to bother”;
So she searched, a perfect man, in every man she could find;
She met many, but noone worked out, as they were on a similar line!
Handsomeness, loyalty, and fidelity, all wanted;

but not from self, from their partner;
Teenage passed, in this wish;

once she grew, she will find her prince.
In such way, time passes,
People came and went, nothing changed.
Noone found her worthy of their time;
She asked people, all whom she knew,
Few said beauty, few said money, few said self-esteem, all she lacked!
So what’s now?

she changed profiles, changed her beauty creams she found;
From organic to cosmetic all she tried;
All failed, as by this time;
People she met, few had broken past…

few wanted just time pass, but she wasn’t ready for her compromise;


Long has she saved her true first love, for someone, who loves as their own.


So, again everything failed apart.
Now, she was broken, deep inside, all her childhood, teenage, and old;
All just passed, all in void.


Now she was all herself again, neither she was rich, nor had the handsome prince.
She has to be just another bride, just another groom!
No white horse, no empire of her own;
She has to compromise, now she can’t frown.
All fantasies , all fancies, all fairy tales so far, vanished, made her own a clown.
She lost herself, she failed herself as she thought;
This pain as she said: “my heart bled like never before, as we see a woodcutter chopping hard and hard”.


She had noone, she thought for,
No friends, she cared for.
Though she is living, but not alive;
There the question rises again…

“What is dream, what is aim, what is people long for…”

Whose fault?…

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