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Grateful: Yes, I am!

Being alive*! Isn’t it? Waking early, and jogging in the morning freshness: I find it most interesting that I still have chance to correct my mess. I still can be sorry to those whom ‘ I may have hurt! ‘(We all know, a lot has happened;in past)

Having mother*, who every damn time, yells me to take shower, and eat on time;to avoid bad health. And father*, who worries more about their daughter’s future than his own!

#family

I can fill my stomach, and sleep comfortably*: when there are many who lacks it, not by choice but ‘not having a choice’. I find it blessed to have these.

My country is safe, and world is at safest*! It matters a lot, when others are happy, only then, you can be at ease.

Hope*. This is the most ‘beautiful‘ thing to have, in this ‘wonderful’ world. It is said it’s never too late! ;

How can five or six things consolidate your feelings? you are grateful about! Even writing this wordpress blog, I feel gratitude.

I don’t know if you have heard or not, but there is kutti Story song from Master movie a Tamil song sung by Thalapathy Vijay and Anirudh Ravichander, talks about momentariness like…

“…Life is very short nanba, Always be happy…. “

Be happy, Be grateful!
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Utopian fantacies


There was a girl,
Full of innocense,
believed her dreams.

A warrior prince, she was hoping for;
Who fights her miseries;
Takes her far:
In a world of peace, love and joy,

There was a fire, sudden at night.
Her room was locked,
Her parents cried, help!

Yet that girl, sat and smiled.
She waited, doing nothing.
When the door opened,
She was bemoaned.

Sitting by the window,
Waiting for that prince.
Closing the door,
Not crying anymore!

What a dark imagination she had!
Once what made her happy,
Today, killed her crappy.

What a believe, fated to ashes!

A utopian fantasy!
I declare!

Beware of what you believe/it can either make you or break you…
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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”.

It takes blood and sweat to wear that crown.
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How does it feel

How does it feel, when only you are left behind your friends and colleagues have a career to boast about!

How does it feel, when you are alone those you loved, became someone else’s beloved!

How does it feel, when it’s 2 Am and whole world has slept, but you can’t!

How does it feel, when you become a question for yourself! and you don’t know why?

And how does it feel, when you don’t even know, what you feel

?

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Mirage in science and life

An outstanding generalised conclusion of science. Refraction and reflection of light.

Has been in consonance, with life as well.

Admiration, attachment and astonishment; Hallo of glittery, uncomfortable aura of likeness. Extreme of perfection, much agony to innovation.

A wonderful covering, draped around. Everything to boast on.

Head to heel, all seen: what one want to see,not what has been.

Soon,

day ends, so the mirage.

Thus ends the miracle.

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Love me

From the moments of now,since we begun,
Know me.
when I get afraid of ghosts, after watching night horror movie.
Talk to me.

When I fail, and everyone shuts their door of encouragement to me.
When I am upset because my monthly mood swings is intolerable to others,
Be with me,

When everyone raises their brows on my character and being;
When I have noone to trust, but many to question,
Have faith in me.

When I am old, not pretty anymore;
When I am on my; verge of end, and the god of Death is about to strike his last stroke,
When my dear ones are gone, and I am about so,
Hold me,
When I am done, and you live your own;
When time has passed, and your memory is about to fade,
Remember me
Deep to your heart,

Love me…

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H’man

Somewhere in hell…
“Rise!the demon of desires and flame”; “that destroys the human nature of purity.”
“Oh, thy mighty! Dost thou know, people are following, what you were killed for”;
“No longer, the God of heaven, will blame us.”
Lacked they kindness, long forbidden humanity!
“Ah! They have zeal for hatred”.
They are conspiring against each other, The one loved, is being hated to heart!
Basket of desires, all have on their head!
Hands:not begging, but snatching does.
We no longer need “that snake to envy the eve”, as Adam has lost senses and GOD has decided to keep quiet…

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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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Escape

I, wish to escape; this reality so harsh. Run into a world of peace and solace. Harmony, love blows with the wind. Not a shiver of fake and sin.

Fading miseries, this survival instinct.

Just for once; if I could.

Sit on the sideway bridge, that stands in the middle of town. Clear sky and a garden nearby. Swans and swarms; goats and geese. All around; what a world to choose!

There, my Prince; neatly robed. just as water: clean and pure. My heart races; with smile of his: fast, “millionth of time”. .

A house: that can be Home. Families, friends; all close. Sharing success, losses all. none alone, but all along.

A night, never seen: glittering so beautiful . A calm, breeze caressing my face. Long, comforting lullaby; far from the woods.

Ah! Such lively this life looks: safe, secure and full of hope. Such catching, to my heart, even in dream, I dare not elope.

Wait, what! Why this bustling sound I hear! It shall not be real, I begin to fear.

Oh! My heart! My mind! Begin to tremble . It’s day of eleven, seventh of week.

Something, I may, never escape.

Sometimes, what; I wish to escape.

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A night passing by

Sitting, by the window;
I can see:
Things and places, moving backwards.
There is calmness: of chaos and worry.
Fighting a duet, to win and end,for once, for all.

Few lights are off, few shining more,
In this sound night, what a mystery they behold.


Turned off lights; how nice, peace, and a good night sleep.
Turned on lights; how lively, vibrant and willingness; work more hard.

There are trees who have tale to tell,
Millions of journey who lived and passed by.

Ahead is a temple, closed but decorated,
Might be the God tired, reviving,
After hearing a tonnes of prayer, listed,unlisted.

Night,
A beauty in darkness, many of us holds.
Looking from the window, I whisper my favourite song,
Such is beautiful, this passing night.

I lived and loved,
Nature being natural,
A wide clean sky, with no clouds roaring.
A clear view, my eyes can catch,


Night
A reflection of “what”, “how” and “when”
“Why”,”where” and “who will”;
Questionnaires and answers yet to find, a short, but long,

Dare I not loose this opportunity, shall I not hold it tightly, a night so precious. not may happening at ahead, Who Knows Time

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