Silence is not intensive
It is a coping mechanism
For the experience,
Good or bad.

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Truth that stings like needles down to the sinews and bone through flesh,

Is often followed by Clarity that elevates us beyond the "news" and "tone" of society,

So stay Fresh.

Bawa Revant Singh

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Humans are born,
Soon they start wearing society
And very soon he becomes society
Humans forget he is human
Human dies.

Don't live as a society, live as a human.

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Around all my ramblings,
where the occassional visitors
scribbled their comments,
likes and dislikes;
i observed a ceaseless silence,
piercing with blaring pokes;
prodding all the times
over my abandoned verses;
seemingly always echoing
a voiceless heartbeat,
unknown miles away.

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اس کے لیے میری محبت غیر منقسم ہے۔
وہ ایک شخص، جو مجھے جانتا تک نہیں!

میں نے اپنے دل کو سمجھا دیا ہے۔
وہ کسی اور کا: ہائے!! اور مجھے اس سے کوئی اعتراض تک نہیں!

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Blank Rambling #1

The coldest nights
Lead to the warmest of feelings
Sometimes unparalleled,
For there's just happiness
In overcoming adversity.

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Blank Rambling #1

The coldest nights
Lead to the warmest of feelings
Sometimes unparalleled,
For there's just happiness
In overcoming adversity.

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The clock struck at midnight
but the shoe didn't drop
The forgotten princess
pulled the carriage to a stop

Got down on the deserted road
looking around desolately,
fearing the stepmother,
she hurriedly walked home.

Found the prince there,
in whispered conversation.
Alas the prince had come to,
offer the ring she wanted....

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Some people will take you on a guilt trip for the choices you have made. You definitely need to own up your mistakes but don't spill your beans to people who would bear no empathy, who haven't and cannot walk in your shoes.

Some secrets, some parts of you, some scars should be taken to the grave unless someone really genuinely wants to know. Know those choices to know you a lil better and not judge you. Your past doesn't define you but it takes time to come out of patterns, realise your contribution in the vicious cycle and then heal from it, free yourself from it..

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What is it with November and the weather!
No sun, no shine,
No flowers, no birds,
All gray and dismal,
Clouds closing in,
Leaves falling by,
They force you to ponder,
On your life, on your thoughts,
On all you gained, on all you lost,
Is it because it is that time of the year,
Overtly nostalgic, overtly distant,
Or is it the realisation dawning,
Of yet another year passing by,
With unachieved dreams,
With unapologetic decisions,
With unspoken words,
And a million lessons learnt!
Each November a constant strife,
To refrain from putting oneself on the scales,
To love the you changed as you are,
To thank the nature for the blessings you have,
Whoever said gray was dull,
It's a palette in itself,
Each shade of gray,
A memory to cherish,
To reflect, to ramify
To love,to leave,
Oh November, what an enigma you are!

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