I have wept a thousand tears
whenever I saw inequality,
favourism, injustice, misinterpretation
illtreatment, disregard, groupism
in the crowd and thousands more
in the corner of my dark room
where I found that this world is all about
a group of humans who can drag themselves
out from the dark than sitting and crying there
no matter whom you scramble,
no matter whom you disregard,
no matter from whom you snatch,
no matter how evilly you behave
but go on and snatch
just snatch it away
SNATCH! SNATCH! SNATCH!
that's what I have been taught
to catch before you get caught

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often the resolutions taken on first
fades away by the end of week first
rather than taking a new year resolution
I prefer taking one step ahead every
moment of my life, whenever I realise
the need to change or solve or improve
or correct or mend or move ahead
these little steps now add to miles
crossing each stepping stone has been
difficult equally everytime, inspite of the
differences in the results, it has been
tougher to break out the shell and
rougher to walk out the path ahead
but once you realise it's the only path
you are supposed to travel to go further
you cry, weep, shout, get angry but at the
end keep your step one at a time and cross it
the same thing which I did today
broke the norms where the people hold more power
than my inner voice, where their judgements
subdued my thoughts and analysis
freeing myself from another shell

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like a canvas spoiled by different colours
and their various shades
who accepted all the colours onto her
and absorbed all the shades within
without any question or doubt
with great faith on the creator
who has depth in the heart
and a beautiful picture in imagination
she let herself to be drawn
let the colours blend, flow and dry
lost her own creamy yellow colour
but the artist left her incomplete
and vanished as if
either the picture was drawn to be different
or she was just supposed to be spoiled

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the girl hiding behind the hoodie
seems like trying to escape
the uneasiness shows she's not present
at the moment or the place
the words she's holding between her lips
shows how insignificant is explanation for her
being avoidant of people
shows how fussy is she about people

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that story to be written
wher the reader feels the tragedy
of the beginning and ends up
with tears of smile relating with
every words carved on the piece

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The more you understand people
the more silent you become

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When you make someone believe that you are everything for them - carer, protector, only well wisher then even a single negative word to them makes them hate themselves and feel worthless

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How strange is that s life,
We urge for,
We dream for,
We visualise for,
A very different kind of world
A very different kind of life
But major part of life is spent
in this process only which
life has accidentally thrown
at us and we live by that
gracefully without even realising

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As far as I have known
the same emotions
can be either uplifting
or degrading, it's upon
our courage and vision
to choose the one

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a suffering soul
often finds a peaceful body
to reside or say to hide
it can't get past
of some forced emotions
as never really learnt
to unlearn them
poor soul !
now plays hide and seek
beneath the most beautiful body
stolen from the graveyard
where's no sign of any bruises
conning the mirror in front and
deceiving the people it meets
with a smile
as it had been taught
to keep the head held high
with chin up
looks as beautiful as someone in love
shows up as peaceful as a mediator
walks as gracefully as the king
though it's often sleepless
at the most peaceful nights
being slave of restlessness
seeking answers and solutions
of getting rid of it's wounds
sadly the soul has found no cure
for it seeks the irreversible
but it has to endure

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