but just wired lives,
and so tired bodies
with triggered minds.

Wanted to live free,
but never able to flee.
Always get chained up
and around walls been built up.
Looked for freedom and solace,
but life gifted with total menace.

Yet holding onto hope,
to change and simply cope
with all those worries,
for a fruitful future like cherries.

Dreams do come true,
so don't just stand in a queue,
run and explore those new paths
life is not just about same footpaths.

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amongst other piled up stuffs got that attention.
A happy face, with cheerful grin and
such expressive eyes.
”Who's that?”, the self became curious.
The ones around, seemed uncomfortable with the
question been asked, so evident, and didn't even
bothered to respond.
Then someone passed that tiny mirror;
same features and similar face, alike the one in that
captured frame, so uncanny!
But that smile been lacking though.
Wait...What!
The reality waved at him, with a sigh!
The happy face, been enquiring about,
none other than that of very own self.
Seen familiar faces became strange ones,
but this one was quite different, must admit!

One thrown into that abyss on the dark,
the one gets tortured under the light,
allowed to have this privilege,at the least.

Grew up learning forget things with time,
but the old moments, captured with the shuttering
and click, just a reminder, how different the
whole world once was for that self...

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Silence, the shield used by that
self who gave up the fight!

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They said frankly,"You just lost
and that life a mess!", the ones
never found a good reason to come
any near, commented from a distance.
Never a surprise!

The ones left, forgot to bid an adieu,
baffled and sighed, “Oh! Poor soul!”,
Oh!really fear the care!!

As they're busy getting connected
fast and vast, some just get poor
reception. So does that self!

Getting signed up for their world
of social mania,found a network
of cobbed web, waiting for the prey.
Social distancing rather networking,
period!

Now,inside those tightly shut doors,
just walking back and forth, during
day and dark, to measure the distance
from theirs so called world!

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Withering flowers gift us a lesson,
to unfold those pretty petals of life
just find the roots of love...

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and simply restart the life!

Want to relive those moments
and to feel the way once you felt
just rewind that tape.

But what about that life?

If get a chance to go back in time,
would one dare to change any?
I doubt! Merely getting back there
won't make any difference, unless
carries that wisdom earned during
the course of time and possesses now.

In the absence of that going to
repeat the same, again and again,
to get back here in this present.

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No shades really able to
hide those shades of his,
and no rain could make
him wet as the drops of
those tears.
Now covers the self with
that thick layer of silence,
since been drenching for
a while, and feeling cold
already!

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Not the aromatic or pretty ones
but some rooted words,
the self planting the poetry with.

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Life flowed alike a river,
never wanted to stop;
just flow and spread as
much as it could in each
direction.
Then there came some,
found amuse in dumping
garbages in to it, but life
just kept it flow. Some
wanted to wash themselves
clean, some took a dip to
wet their feet and some just
loved to throw pebbles, to
see the ripples rupturing
the stillness and peace,
yet the river flowed to find
the sea, so does the life
set out to find happiness.
Then, there was that hard
summer, all of a sudden thin
and dried up,all the channels
lost their trails,alike memories
getting fade in that life!
Hope, it'll rain very soon!
The sea very far away and
flow mustn't be stopped,
so does life and it flows!

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The world of that self got
divided into parts of two,
Dream and Reality.
That part of real world
filled with unwanted urges
and worries, so in the
meadows of lush greenery
of those dreams, where the
soul dwells at present, and
that well built fence of
memories to preserve
the peace in place.

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