When life gives you a lemon,
squeeze it, mix it with an egg and 2 tablespoons of olive oil,
pour it on a clean surface, and then wipe it with a cloth. Spray some surface cleaner, and wipe again thoroughly;
and then cut that cloth in two, and throw it.

Yeah.

Sometimes it's ok to not know how to deal with Life.
Sometimes Life's only about not giving up.
The rest of it gets figured out on its own.

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Dear YQ,

you were there,
when life didn't play fair;
you were there,
when nights bled despair;

you were there,
when for love, seldom did I care;
you were there,
when poetry filled my lungs, & ink my air;

you were there,
when solitude embraced me unaware,
for only you were there,
when my pen lay my soul bare.

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You're that painting,
that I'd smudge a little every night;
for, it would break my heart
to wake up to a finished portrait of yours...

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Where you think God is, God is.

Where you think God isn't, God still is.

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Dear YQBaba,
I'm afraid that I #disagree with you as well.

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To the world,
she still was a woman who held many responsible positions,
while "Baby", is what I called her.

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When among mobile phones, tablets, lap-tops and E-readers
lies your favourite novel with yellowing pages,
perhaps that's what Home feels like.

When you simply prefer the comfort of mediocrity.

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There is nothing
filthier than tears
that lie.

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Ironically, the conception of a complete poem
is an art, mastered only by incomplete poets.

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If writers stop writing,
it means that their hearts've healed.
If not, their next work is going to break yours.

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