I thought that you were a bee,
but you turned out to be a house fly.

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I feel that fortunate are those
who have sleep as a friend,
While I lie on bed wide awake,
Having thoughts with No end,
with no energy to spend,
And with none to depend upon, I pretend
To look within myself for a hand to lend
and mend my tired mind saying
'You did good today, go to sleep, my friend'.

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I am a sad, mad, happy, sappy poet.

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Just for ten minutes,
Shall we set aside our Bags of Burdens,
Lie down on the roof and look at the Stars together?

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She was the sea,
Quiet and calm
Or treacherous she can be.

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Her pen waltzes when she writes,
Her scalpel and sutures saves lives,
Her paintbrush in her hands
is a dancer without notion,
Her ladle can turn a soup
into a magic love potion,
Everything in her fingers turned into magic,
And I, a hopeless romantic, without logic,
Hoped that her fingers would hold me
and make my life less tragic.

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I get carried away because the normalcy I know is different,
I forget that things have changed and so has the normalcy,
I do acts of kindness without expecting rewards,
People find that hard to believe,
I let words slip, out of kindness
And they get misinterpreted as unhinged words,
So I will say no more words of kindness,
or try to restore the balance,
Because I realised that
it is not my job to fix what I didn't break.

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I'm tired of seeing the flashing city lights &
Covering my ears to the honking of vehicles,
Where people are always in a hurry,
I wonder why everyone is going somewhere!
I see young people with tired eyes,
wrinkled faces and receding hairlines,
Running a race to no end,
Only surviving,
Forgetting how to stop and breathe, forgetting how to live,
And I'm terrified that I'd become one of them.

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Love is that light
Whose shine brings Summers,
Love is that warmth
That helps us endure icy Winters,
Love is the rain
that soothes the famined soul,
Love is the autumn breeze,
Which renews you,
Love is the magic fairy dust,
That grows spring blossoms in the heart,
Oh! What is Love but the essence
of all seasons of life.

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Your colours have morphed into shades
that I no longer recognise,
There was warmth in your speech,
Now you're cold as ice.

Our ties have grown weary
because your actions seem vice,
The words that you once said
were truth then, but are now rusty lies.

While my thoughts crystalize,
I realise that you now wear a disguise
and no matter what you say or do,
I can always see the truth in your eyes.

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