COMFORT GRIPS ??

To prioritize things for him is easy but
Consistency is tougher than he thought.
Times are slipping out of his hand, still
He's not sticking to his words.

His goals are getting darker and
He has got indistinct vision.
Motivation is volatile for him
He's almost fed up to listen.

To make him aware is easy but
To see him always aware is tricky.
He prefer short term joy over long.
For him his comfort level is sticky.

His dreams are fading into shadows,
As doubts cloud his every move.
Yet, he shies away from the effort,
Content in his comfort groove

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She is exactly the poem i want to write.
No need of glorifying superficial words.
No need of different metaphors to display.
She has got the distinct endearing form,
i cant resist and limit my words to
describe her essence......
She is so accurate in her smile.
So magnificent that i can over look
anything for that.
Her laughter, a melody that
echoes through my thoughts.
She is the poem I never knew I needed,
an everlasting calm which is
grooved in my heart forever.

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"Writing Genesis"

Falling apart my words and moving thoughts so randomly,
Uncertain of what to write, I am trying everything manually.
Nothing seems to strike my mind,
Yet, I am focusing silently.
It's not that I am ignorant but
Its essence beckons me to write blindly.

In this dance of chaos, my pen finds its way to vibe.
Among this bundle of phrases, my words should compell you to write
Initiate the process and don't worry about the lines.
Just don't stop, and forget about skills and rhymes.

Your mood will lead you to promising ending, everything will make sense.
Struggling is always worthy, no matter how heavily it's fenced.

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"Shades of imperfections"

He observes his own self,
With flaws outnumbering strength.
Why would anyone choose dirt to swim?
If he were you, he would unlove him.

He struggles to align his words,
His actions contradict his thoughts.
Why would one not choose their dream's gleam?
If he were you, he would unlove him..

Lost in confusion, his purpose unclear,
wandering through life, filled with doubt and fear.
He questions his path, unsure and grim,
If he were you, he would unlove him.

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Clumsy thought of stupid mind.
Narrow ways and blurry light
a will to survive, a heart so bold
Within me lies a strength untold♥️✍️

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"Bleed ink"

To gushing perceptions onto pages till, uplifting my beliefs inside phrases.
Scribbling words afresh, not to forget that routine of writing is key to success.

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Not a lie
Seeing a rays of hope around you.
You a beauty, filled with joy and peace.
Peace is being around your shadows.
Shadows who never let any one burn.
Burning egos and embracing love and care.
Care which suppress many pain and sorrows.
Sorrows which are still left untold.
Though seeing a rays of hope around you.
You a beauty, filled with joy and peace.

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Not a lie
Seeing a rays of hope around you.
You a beauty, filled with joy and peace.
Peace is being around your shadows.
Shadows who never let any one burn.
Burning egos and embracing love and care.
Care which suppress many pain and sorrows.
Sorrows which are still left untold.
Though seeing a rays of hope around you.
You a beauty, filled with joy and peace.

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Not a lie
Seeing a rays of hope around you.
You a beauty, filled with joy and peace.
Peace is being around your shadows.
Shadows who never let any one burn.
Burning egos and embracing love and care.
Care which suppress many pain and sorrows.
Sorrows which are still left untold.
Though seeing a rays of hope around you.
You a beauty, filled with joy and peace.

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Not a lie
To be in delimma is tough.
Tough is choosing the correct path.
Path which has been driven in two ways.
The Way at first
is garnished with thorns
and others seems cool with petals.
Petals has many comfort to explore.
Explore more pain says the thorn.
Thorn has more essence to speak
and petals has its own story to tell.
Telling you, to be in delimma is tough.
Tough is the choosing the correct path.

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