Things have been distorted to fit into neat compartments, but reality is never so neat.To search for an interpretation which is" perfect" is illusionary. Diversity of human thoughts is quite natural and need to be accepted for a balance in life.
Here I am self contradictory to the thought that being 'nuetral' is ethically and 'morally' wrong.

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I feel you are the most unpredictable feeling humans feel , hope sustains life is a lie. It is mere a justification for failures , when you lose a person , when life is on stake , when people don't get the things when needed.

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In the crowd of life, in the world of thoughts, in the desire to fit in the imagination of virtual worlds far away from reality. Our brains are obsessed by these ideas and this is becoming the parasite of our consciousness . We want to be like the virtual charectors of cameras, movies and all that's is showing up on the screens of smart phones .
We don't count our blessings.
We don't introspect.
We assume and we desire .
Life can be pretty busy but let's take a break and sit in backseat of its car, let the breeze come in and oxygenate your thoughts , let the parasite vanish.
Look through the rare view mirror and you are not able to count your blessings because you have left many uncountable in your plate.
Have a great life ahead.

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You used to b my human diary ,as u are the person with whom I can share everything any where ,any time .....
I owe you my heart that is aching for your voice to listen , your care , your love, and everything beautiful that happens between us , the way we
Communicate , the feelings of calmness , and you calling me Breith.

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Drowned in life , I feel Withered, my petals fall off, I wana write but spend more time thinking , and in the ocean of thoughts I am caught in the middle of forgetting. I wonder how some people are strong despite weak , they get up fight and win for themselves , share their stories so strongly . I find myself weak from inside out and my escape is the world of my words, the lines of my thoughts , some incomplete poems and few write-ups. I like to figure out things perhaps that's why I am precise about the stuff I do and same with my words. I feel more and write less.

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my heart was not finding it's pace I got to know my destiny,
to meet you, how ?
I will feel embarrassed !
what if I loved you more than I loved people, places and priorities?
How evil ! I am not still satisfied.
Yet a corner in my soul
longs for you.
How devilish?
I still run behind the mortal.
Knowing the truth,
only your name is immortal.

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How many sunrises would you trade
For everything to be stable?
I know, perfection is a lie
and perfect is abstract!
How many moonlights does it need
To overcome the dream?

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Forgetting is a blessing.

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Passion purplexed passionately.
Dusty brain and shivering heart,
a piece of writing or awaited hand?
thunderstorm in the Sunny sky!.

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A bundle
of struggles
and one
Prostration.

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