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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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Choice

Being at the edge, disturbs the most.

At the end point of nothing, but what means everything.

All at stake;

Just one stroke.

Rise or fall, succeed or perish.

Only you know,

Criticality of saying “yes” or “no”.

Loud heartbeat, shaking nerves,

Now,

You don’t,

You can’t

Hold a choice.

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Coffee


Life is like,
a cup of coffee, you can choose,
Whether it’s bitter or sweet.


If by impression,you put more it tastes bitter,
If sweet, you can add sugar.


Cup is yours, taste shall be yours.
Place it where you love the most.


Not to one whom thee love.


What if the cup breaks,
It will spill, not your work but self.
So much effort to make it worth.


So dear one,
Enjoy the coffee, with reflection of self,

Sip it slowly, with self conscience,
It’s not just coffee, but you yourself.

We should not change our preference to impress others. otherwise it only hurts us, just like coffee; if we like sweet coffee but just to impress someone we start having strong one, it only bitter our taste.
How we put our life matters a lot, just like holding that cup of coffee, what if after making it so cautiously we handover to someone else, and whether purposefully or by mistake, it drops, every hardwork in it goes in waste, not only the coffee( cause- love)spills but also the cup ( ourselves).

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O! Great Rain…

O great rain

You have magic,
You create life;
I have seen.

Move your wand,
All upon me,
Just like, you do;
On earth and tree.
Sweeping dust, smashing dirt;
Cleaning scrape, Cleaving shapes.



I want same,


Feel Renaissance,


Each part, every breath.


Long and tardy, mine outer look
Forgone and shaggy mine inner nook.

Please, cast your,
Unfathomable spell,
May be what it, “Aabra ka Dabra… “.



Disappear,
All my sin, if any, I have done.

Burdensome is guilt,
and whim,
Long stored,
mortifying esteem.

I want to forget,


All,


Look happy;
just like those, plants;
Flaunting new clothes,
How beautiful; how green;
Each fresh, every view.
How energetic, how new.
Each life, every alive.

O Great Rain…

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Missed Relations

Searching for love here and there,


This person, that person;
who could possibly be destination.


In such hurry, something is lost;
Not time, but more than time.


Family, kinship, important relationship;
That stuck in pain and gain;


Yet forgotten,
in remorseful rain.


Calculated wrongly, compared normally;


Regretful tears, at dying bed,
Noone dear, close to hear;
What you cry, what you fear.



Once broken can be mended,
What about Love, how about trust,


Care and save, what closest to thou,


As they remain, in years of mourn.

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I

I would have been

Right,
If acted as per norms,
Framed in mind,
of people; Those.

A daughter “Obedient”,
If not complained, accepted what it was.

Tagged: ‘moral‘ and ‘ ideal‘; if not raised, the question, “WHY? “

” Loyal”,
If just been a ‘friend follower’.


A “perfect wife”,
If I have been ‘quiet and Yes-woman’.


Since,

I am ‘noone’,
I am a ‘rebel‘, Suited for ‘nothing’; but to “bad-luck”and “burdensome”.

Things would have been different,

Everything could have been different,

If just,

I could have been…

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Tell me not

Tell me not, you are tired;

Consistent perseverance is lost, and persistency has torn you down.

Your agony of making great, has turned into settling lest.

Tell me not, you have learnt; play symphony of excuses and nay;

Dare you, forget your dreams, care you live with shame;

Unfinished task, existence crisis; not fighting back, but singing “why this? “

Raise your head with proud and hout,

Candle yourself with fire of desire;

Wait not, if noone helps, worry not, if noone works,

Tell me only, when you are done, singing song with musical rhythm;

Of success, of quest, of this, of that;

But giving up, Don’t tell me that.

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Thy Love

“Love is from both sides”

What a pain, deep in brain. not in heart, as it’s not mine.

 Once you end, your talking of her, There  begins my mind to work. Sketching of her by your word by word.

Is she pretty or she is witty;What a beauty whom you admire. 
What her attire, by looking, set you on fire. 
What an idol of feminine, she has got, That made you dumb, and fall in love. 
Would her eyes be Like a light, standing glittery in the gloomy night. 
Whats her lip looking like, the one made your eyes, away from mine.

 
Oh! What a heart thee( the girl) might have, that Broke mine, to have thy.  
I want to meet but not to see her. Its too heavy for unpleasant pleasure. 

However thee( the girl) look, whatever thee cook. The truth is this, you are his, and he is yours, Even though ex, he still hung on you.


Yeah sure, I want to say bye and goodbye to thy love; for I can’t handle this love triangle.

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