A bright orange rolled over the hill,
And found a grumpy apple.
She could sense the apple's plight,
So it started a dialogue to make her alright.

Apple turned around with a frown,
And said how people's knives make her brown.
She wants to remain untarnished by any slashes,
But she couldn't help but fall short of lustre by savage smashes.

Orange felt sad for her newfound friend,
And thought of making her broken heart mend.
She told apple not to feel depressed over her nature,
Or feel ashamed over her stature.

She said that losing lustre is not one's conclusion.
Because a broken Apple is still worth a refreshing concoction.
As Apple's face beamed with delight,
They both rolled down together into the deep twilight.

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One fine evening, while walking down the lane,
My path crossed with hers again.
That moment made my whole being revive,
Like, it reminded me that I am still alive!


She went on to talk in her quirky voice,
While my heart growingly fluttered in rejoice.
And then......Something unusual stroke me,
A melancholic epiphany, Maybe!

It knocked something into my head,
Pointing up how some strained relationships are irreversibly dead.
That day, I didn't meet my friend even though she resembled in looks,
Maybe I can get to see her only in my scrapbooks.

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I was strolling myself among the throng,
Smiling at people who came along,
I was feeling empty all long,
But I should make others believe that I enjoyed the song.

Some days back, I wanted medicine to heal,
But I was asked to act well in the reel,
When I said what I feel,
I was taunted for lacking the zeal.

So, I got along with others in the charade,
To wear a long-lasting facade,
Sometimes I wanna tear it down when striding along the esplanade,
But I couldn't as I was next in line to sing the ballade.

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Something is missing inside me,
A piece of myself, Maybe,
Every time I try to get its hold, it escapes to midair,
And deceives me into despair.

It seems far and away,
And amusing at my melancholic play,
I need it badly to serve as my soul's grout,
As every day, I am living both within and without.

Maybe I am incomplete,
But I am not gonna accept my defeat.
I will chase and follow,
And mend my being which is left hollow.

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I broke down meekly,
And dropped down bleakly.
But, you held me softly,
And encouraged me firmly.

A thousand words would not suffice,
To expound on your sacrifice.
You, to show me a paradise,
Paid a lumpy price.

Often I do regret,
When I make you beset.
Now, I am in the cycle of debt,
And the metrics take aeons to beget.

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What is that if your one gaze,
Can set my heart ablaze?

Maybe your black orbs,
Which can stop a thousand wars.

Or Maybe your low profile,
Which makes you keep everyone away from a mile.

Or Maybe your gentle ambles,
Which can widen any aisles.

Or Maybe your wise utterances,
Which becomes comforting reassurances.

Or Maybe your calm demeanour,
Which makes me look at you as my anchor.

I like to look at you all day long,
Where no one seems right or wrong.

So, Can you stand with me beside,
And join hands in my stride?

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When you venture out to unlock your potential,
You will have to pass through some rough terrains.
You will have to put up with some bitter words.
You will have to face some harsh realities.
And then and there, you will have to swallow some tears.

You will have to bring down your guards,
You will have to open your mind to new horizons,
You will have to sacrifice your space for the less fortunate,
And you will have to accommodate some people who are way behind you.

But, Fear not by those bumpy roads,
Tear not by those grumpy faces,
Hold your head high,
With your feet in the ground even when you fly high!

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While pondering over so many things,
I stood still with thousands of thoughts crashing down.
Then I brooded over so many thoughts,
I found myself in an endless loop of anxious drown.
Digging deep into me after that felt frightening,
But running from myself felt very ludicrous.
So my feelings started taking different shapes!
Some metamorphosed into words,
Some mutated into memories,
Some transmuted into a conundrum,
Some transfigured into a paradox,
While some remains a secret even from my 'own' self!!

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Unsaid words run rounds in mind,
Blurted words haunt into the night,
Words never meant ends in a fight,
Words meant from hearts are lost in wrong and right.

Words can make us go glee with delight,
Words can pull us to the greatest height,
Words can push us to the unbearable plight,
Words are too precious to be used without our minds!

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People nowadays struggle with so many things. But my struggle is little unique and weird which is that struggle is between my 'logic' and 'emotions'. I switch my personalities between a logical and emotional person. To put it simply, I know 'love' is all chemicals and hormones but still I am a passionate hopeless romantic. I know universe is based on physics but still metaphysics never fails to enthrall me. Sometimes I feel like I live as two person in the same body. This is quite draining and I end up questioning my own existence.

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