THE UNKNOWN

Fear engulfs her heart, makes her feel insecure.
Her eyes are hazy with tears,
Her mind, hovering over possibilities unknown.
She is trying to see beyond the obvious.
Contending; is this feeling a myth or the truth?
Answer to this, she knows only time will dare.
In agony and pain, she bows down her mane
And prays that the past, must never spell it's ugly cast,
And her trust must unwaveringly win - by leaps n bounds,
And the love and caring unison to last for ever after.
Rising her to peace and tranquility till her last breath.

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THE VOID

The defeaning silence, ahead of the storm.
The empty cradle, rocking by the anxious mom.
The echo of dad's call, so distant yet seems so near.
The flash of the sore past, bleak memories yet so clear.
The one question that stings the heart, yet silence refutes the best.
The last breath and tear of faith, that leads to divine eternal rest.

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When HE replenishes you in bounties,
You will forget what you lost.

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Bliss...

When you embrace your space and your pace.

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The 3 P's that control human behaviour:
1. Perception
2. Principles
3. Priorities

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there exists no habit at all.
That's where a child's upbringing and influences come into play.

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CONNECTING THE DOTS

CONNECTING THE DOTS, IS INDEED AN ART,
THAT GIVES YOU THE CONFIDENCE, TO FOLLOW YOUR HEART.

IT TELLS YOU THE HIDDEN ANSWER TO YOUR "WHY",
FACE EVERY SITUATION BOLDLY, FOR THERE IS NO REASON TO SHY.

YOUR FAITH, BELIEFS, EXPERIENCES AND WILL-POWER,
HELP INSTILL CONFIDENCE - TO YOUR CONVICTION, THEY ADD MORE POWER.

CONNECT THE DOTS, LOOKING BACKWARDS AT YOUR PAST,
TO APPLY LESSONS TO YOUR FUTURE - TO SUCCEED,
TO RISE AND TO LAST.

"IT'S ALL FOR THE BEST", YOU WILL FINALLY KNOW,
AS THE DOTS SO WELL CONNECTED,
WILL GRADUALLY YOUR STORY SHOW.

SO CONNECT THE DOTS, FOLLOW YOUR HEART,
UNWIND YOURSELF, FOR A BRILLIANT START!

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Moments and Memories,
People and Relations,
Blessings and Lessons,
Make the magical symphony called "LIFE"!
Let's live it to the fullest!

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I leave the judgement to the sky.

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The tiny tablet stuck in your hand,
It feels like the fairy's magical wand.
It has the power to kill your time,
Make you busy, then for time you whine.

Whether awake from sleep, or going to bed,
The reels and posts offer a lovely spread.
They divert your attention at pray, at work,
Impair your learning, your growth shows jerk.

You are wise, you understand, you know it all,
Yet to this addiction prey you fall.
Your spouse, your kids, so anxiously stare,
For your look, for a smile - do you know, do you care?

It's time you realize, whose worth is more,
The reels or the real, whom should you adore.
For the real once lost will come back never,
Then with the reels, you may bind yourselves ever.

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