Read as many books as you can
For reading brings peace,
It instills pause within,
It widens the scope of
How you look at the word,
It empowers imagination,
It teaches that you have to start
From where you left,
You can reread few pages again,
But can't change the past.

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Every morning when you
decide to fight the battle,
Call yourself brave,
Every morning when you
decide to follow your heart,
Call it happiness,
Every morning when you
love yourself a little more,
Call it contentment,
Every morning when you
see hope in your eyes,
Call it dreams,
Every night when you
lie down with your own thoughts,
Call it gratitude.

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A peek into me,
A peek into you,
Some secrets here,
Some secrets there.
Let's shed the skin
in whole brightness,
Let's bare our souls
into divinity.

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Autumn is as beautiful as spring,
If one shows a brimming and adventurous youth,
The other marks the beauty of fading away into eternity.

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And we say the sun rose,
But we humans love to live in delusion,
May be we need a shift,
A shift in focus from sun to us rotating around sun,
To understand earth's tiny contribution in cosmos.

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•Story•
Every breath tells a story
A story of hope and patience,
Weaving the threads of happiness
In the moment you are present in.
For future is uncertain and
All we have is 'now', and
'Now' is the moment of magic,
A magic to behold your heart.

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'Child'
And then you see a child
Buzzing with energy,
With a curiosity to explore,
To create then break
And create again,
And finding happiness in doing so.

And then you think,
look at the simplicity of life,
the real meaning we are searching for,
And this child, a reflection of me
is living in the moment,
Teaching me what I have forgotten.

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In the world full of chaos
you find comfort in the silence
in the crack of the dawn,
when all you can hear
is the chirping of birds,
when the world is still sleeping,
and you soak in this silence,
only to gear up for the noisy day.

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'Routine'
When you are a child
Creativity comes by itself.
Once you are a grown up
Routine makes creativity go numb.

Light is there, you know,
Layered under robotic routine.
A slight flicker keeps you going,
Assuring you of the warmth,
Of the fragrance of your
Childhood.

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Let the ripples in water
Not bother the depth
Of your heart.

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