"why do you need to receive
and give love to someone else
when you have self love "



"Because I can't hug myself"

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"why do you need to receive
and give love to someone else
when you have self love "



"Because I can't hug myself"

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the age in between teens, bewildering and enigmatic.
Parents create rules assuming teenagers are big for certain things and too young for some. Similarly language rules in English though fixed yet have so many exceptions and keep bending according to placements of vowels and consonants. Pronunciation is also baffling just like teenagers are perplexed by the bizarre etiquettes and their disposition. You need to be meticulous enough to be perfect.But once you master the language you're appreciated and awed like parents applauding other's children .

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a
Vulnerable
Onus
To
Elect
and to select someone who'll select your choices
and make you choiceless

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you neither wrote to me nor about me

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paying penalty for Sunday

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Four are the people
to eavesdrop and slander,
four are our limbs
to travel and wonder

Four days of life
to live four seasons
and fill four chambers of heart
with many memorable reasons

Representing four religions
Golden Temple has entrances four,
Liberation of soul
is core of the Vedas four

Four directions, four oceans,
four elements with which universe is starred,
four suits in
a deck of playing cards.

It's incredible to encapsulate
all fours in a poem fine
Hence, I end this saga
in a quatrain of four lines

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The cornered man in the corner
stood staring at the socializing crowd.
Cornering themselves in different shared groups
they slandered each other,
while befriending highlighted the eccentricity of the man.
They mocked how quaint he was.
The cornered man thought
from the corner
how common they were.

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a way to survive.
No wonder wildflowers bloom
irrespective of their harsh environment.
Springs spring from
the most unimaginable cracks.
Cracks in ceramics
filled with gold or silver
become more valuable.
Trunk of a dead tree
still sprouts with life.
Broken hearts love deeper
for they've passed through
enough darkness

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"I love you with my all,
you mean the world to me
But this summer love is only flowers
sans meadows overlooking a sky
You love those who love you more than me",
said the mirror to me

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