Aspiring to those peaks above,

hand in hand, we'd hike.

But in our quest for finding Love,

we lost our way to Like.

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First Believe In Yourself 😊

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YOU DON'T KNOW!

You don't know, how many times
I have hold the knife to cut my vein...

You don't know, how many times
I have looked up to the fan to hung up...

You don't know, how many times
I have placed the blade on my nerve to cut it...

You don't know, how many times
I have looked down the rooftop to jump from it...

You don't know, how many times
I have hold the poison bottle to drink it...

YOU DON'T KNOW, HOW MANY TIMES
I HAVE TRIED TO END MYSELF!!!
YOU KNOW NOTHING....
B
U
T-

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In an attempt to make you a better person, you made me worse.

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Failed Attempt
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Silky cedar strings
blurred with woolen lint,
cascade down my neck
amid tryst of pinks

Is a piano there,
your snug fingers where,
tap, glide, slip but miss
drawing off my hair?

I, at last side my lengths
with a smile unkempt,
'Sigh, kiss my neck now,
charming, failed attempt!'

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Try, try, try, and try--
Because, darling,
That's really all
You can ever, ever do.

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Ajeeb hai yeh duniya..
Waqt badal gaya..
Zindagi badal gayi..
Chehre bhi badal gaye..
Aakhir mein, muskuraane ki wajah bhi badalne lagi..

Lekin rone ki wajah aj bhi wahi reh gayi jo tab thi.

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Limerick and rhyme,
All muddled up with time.
One scoop of ice cream,
One cup of reckoning--
Gone a-swirling for a lifetime.

Poetry and dissonance,
I'll take you up on this dance.
One plodding step, love;
One aching laugh for us--
Have this one last chance.

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A lonesome heart cajoles itself to arise--
Sequestered amidst the four corners, on its own.
A keening cry, sent out to friends and contacts;
Yet, receives zilch from the outside realm of clowns.
Chastened and still alone, he gives up and snivels;
But, a tender hand suddenly reaches out--
"Can I help?" it inquires.
The disgraced heart yells, "No!"
And the hand silently nods--
Not wanting to aggravate the slight.
Though afore it slinks away,
It leaves a cup of coffee and some toast on the side;
Then, without expecting acknowledgement,
It fades back into its prosaic obscurity.
Daily, it visits the weeping heart
And bestows the same benevolence--
Even when the heart rudely dismisses its attempts.
One day. Two days. A week. A month.
Until, the heart begins noticing the devotion;
He starts accepting the tiny gifts of kindness
And steadily improves.
All, due to the stalwart efforts of the hand
That he previously pilloried and spurned.
Aye, diminutive acts of steadfast affection
Create effective, enduring wellness
In the ones we sincerely love.

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