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Strived everyday still felt that sore  Apparently they weren't my friends anymore  So debilitated was I  That couldn't even tend to cry  Was done endeavouring on my ex  As I fell off the apex Almost have I led down my reputation  Moving on looked like procrastination  How long could I live in endurance? Will I ever cease my perseverance?  A bombshell met my heart  Telling me there's a new life I need to start Neither was it difficult at all  Nor this time was I afraid to fall  Started I to believe in my own self Wasn't meant to be kept in a closed shelf  The incident I look back and see  Changed me how and glowed me with glee 

You dream of it and I have it  There was once a Prince . When the prince was born his father the king invited all the fairies but he forgot to invite one fairy. Now this fairy gate-crashed the party and she didn't curse the Prince. Instead she blessed the Prince. She blessed him that he would be extremely good at whatever he does. The Prince grew up to be very talented and good at everything he did. He was so good at everything that he got bored with it and went on changing his interest. At the end he was left being the Jack of all trades and the masters of none. The blessing turned into a curse.  This is our generation. Our generation is so good at all the things that it's difficult to wait and hang around in one field.   

Sitting on a chair, where am I? 'Wait, I think I know ' with the aches I wry. It's a place in between  Where my mind seems to be mean, My heart too selfless  And together they proffer me ample stress

They bang their head on you  To get themselves a version new  They think now they'd be love  But the world's like dove  It flies and change it's place  Like in cards, after heart it's ace They must go back to the same  As new takes a lot to get this fame 

They love seeing you  But they don't love you  'Cause if they did  They won't pluck you kid  They'd water you everyday  So that with the leaves you'd stay  These creatures want what  If they didn't they'll come and haunt 

You said, "I won't" but you did That in my life it has left a void Not for once, you even postulated  How bad would it feel to be untended I thought you won't lie But no, you desired for me to cry How witless was I? Trusted you, a swindle fly Painful were those wounds you made Yet you further slayed Couldn't believe your inconsiderate side  Truth came out which you couldn't hide Again kept the truth behind, lie slid off the slide Though it was the truth that never lied

Used to stare at him from the corner  To get a glimpse of him, it made her cheeks warmer  Heeded every bit of him for no reason  Perhaps wanted to be his mason Her love for him grew up way too far  For his services, threw herself out the limit jar  Once her one-sided love made her cry  So she told the Lord with wry  That him the way she has loved  One day he'll also love her, she hoped  And there lied a thing named destiny  It couldn't be blown away with a thought of serenity  Playing with twists and turns was it's game  In order to make things significant and not lame  Years passed but her love for him stayed  Eventually the destiny played  For her he fell in love and confessed  It was her destiny, it couldn't be suppressed 

They bang their head on you To get themselves a version new  They think now they'd be love But the world's like dove It flies and change it's place Like in cards after heart it's ace They must go back to the same As new takes a lot to get this fame

We broke up And everytime we had a hiccup  As we missed each other  Though the love couldn't move further Well, our love was rebellious  Still it became hilarious  We thought we'd be fine But the pain crossed the line  A lot we cried Not in front, in front we sighed Inspite of being under the same roof  We acted like we're aloof He wanted me to forget him Would that make my love dim? I tried to do so Oh Lord I can't cease my love and go He lies within me Like the beauty in sea Dissolved yet can't be seen Only be felt with some keen He cared for me but could not pretend  I cried for him but could not ascend 

It all got ruined  That it seemed the dust wasn't broomed  Some assured that it'll be fine  For which I could be persuaded to reach cloud nine  Earlier it used to help a lot  But this time it was a tight knot  Which couldn't be sorted out  On it even if we tend to shout  Eventually I started losing hope  As I could feel myself vanishing that I couldn't cope  The agony was so much, God knew I tried  But now I felt like dying so I died 

No one wishes to talk about it, everyone want justice served cold, right now! I don’t contest that, we are all angry and sad and scared. Maybe a severe punishment to one will be a deterrent to another, that is what we expect. I am no legal expert or a psychologist or a statistician, I am one of you, a son, brother, husband, father, and I am as clueless as you are but I do have an unpopular opinion and I will express it. A person who is privileged to have three square meals may also seek more, greed has no limits. However, there is a possibility that such a person can be taught to overcome greed, it is possible to convince him that his desire to have more is unhealthy, dangerous. Whether the greedy person understands it for his own good and that of the society is another story, but all I am saying is that there is ray of hope in this case. On the other hand, there is another person who is starving, he is broke, homeless fellow. He has had no food for days, he is scavenging to survive. He can beg, borro

As a kid, did my parents or elders around me teach me to respect women? Is there a written procedure to follow? A mutually agreeable protocol? I guess not. Parents can share a few good things from their perspective but I believe, by and large kids observe adults around them and emulate their behaviour. That's how we learn, that's how we grow.   While growing up, I also realised that, few things men and women in my family did were wrong. As teenagers we have immense sensitivity to notice these things but not necessarily the maturity to process it. We see things in society that we don’t agree with but lack the skill to articulate our feelings or the power to influence.   But as we become adults we are supposed to have gained that wisdom to work on these inputs. Do we consciously work on it or do we continue to unconsciously emulate our ancestors? Do we merely reflect the society by being one of them or have what it takes to form an individual stand?   These are roughly the three stage