ABOUT LIFE

It is easy enough to be prudent
When nothing lures you to stray.
When without or
within no voice of sin
Is coaxing your soul away;
But it's only a negative probity
Until it is tried by fire.
And the life that is
worth the honor on earth,
Is the one that resists desire.

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CHAPTER 2
STORY #10
By sharing your happiness
The high spirits become double.

During talk on their phone
He received a call from an unknown
He held on her call
And went on a long chat.

It disappointed her.
Ordinarily they didn't get much time
Due to their tight schedule.
"How could he hold upon my call"
This line got buffering in her mind.

But the Allaying got carried away
When he shared his news.
He got his dream job
For which he took the long distance from her.

He was happy.
She could hear his giggles through his voice.
She overjoyed when he told
YOU ARE THE FIRST ONE TO SHARE MY HEART BALM.

YES, I'M HIS FIRST.

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We often wonder,
where happiness starts.
The journey usually begins,
in our individual hearts.

Spending time with others,
who we love and deeply care.
It's these simple moments in time,
every day we'd love to share.

All the fortunes in this world,
shall not make our spirits sing.
It's amazing how much joy,
a baby's laughter seems to bring.

Happiness is processed,
a million times inside each mind.
The secret is no secret,
just be positive and kind.

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My immaturity
Which kept it's steps on my flesh
For a very brief moment
So that it can lug me
The chagrin which I vetoed so far.

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CHAPTER 2
STORY #9
We all want to hold on to
Our simpatico souvenir
With almighty passion .

It was time for returning to home
But they never want to be parted
He got the audacity
And whispered LATERS to her.

She gave a tender kiss to his gall
Drove him to their usual place
Bidding a goodbye
She disappeared in the dark.

That night they never slept
Cuddling in their bed
Smiling themselves
Surfing memories between them.

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CAMOUFLAGED

In all chaotic beauty
lies a wounded work of art.
Beautiful but torn,
wreaking havoc on my heart.
Shrouded by insecurities,
blinded by it all.
I love the way you sit there
And barely notice me at all.

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CHAPTER 2
STORY #8
Bike riding in the evening
Embrace by your love from behind,
One can say, is the best peaceful sight.

Grabbing her waist,
He sat behind her
For a momentary dusk.

He fed her BURGER
With a top of cherry on it.
Grabbed the chocolate sundae, her most-liked
Which ticked upon her lips.

She bought him, his DESSERT
Looking for each other eyes
They started to taste their ice glaces.

She wished to sit behind him
Hugged his arm
For their long drive.

It was their eve.
Last gloaming together.

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A STILL MOMENT

Take a moment.
Put the worries behind.
Take in the beauty around.
Let it relax your mind.

Savor the soft caress
Of the gently moving breeze.
Listen to its nifty tune
Among the swaying trees.

Enjoy the lovely scene
Of a floating butterfly.
Graceful flight and happy tweets
Of a bird perched up high.

Spare a still moment
Every once in a while.
Take in the beauty around.
Take it in with a smile.

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The dreams of my father, who overworked
To see his children, able to create their own conditions which they withstand.

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CHAPTER 2
STORY #7
When we fond of a smell
We want to carry it everywhere.

It happened with her.
When she looked herself in the mirror
She saw the gimmicks, he got her
It felt strange but caressed her.

His smell became her chosen aroma
That she wanted to carry everywhere.
Whether it's his fragrance or her predicament
She didn't know but wanted to feel nearer.

He couldn't sleep that night
Thoughts of their own time
Made him insomniac.

Deep inside, he knew
This was for a short time being.

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