What once instilled fear, your sole choice,
Becomes a path, a powerful voice,
You realize, the world beckons, don't sap,
To be stronger, follow that inner map.

Like a giant iceberg, breaking with a sound,
It yields to the ocean, all around,
No more Titanic tales to mourn,
Innocence protected from the storm.

As days pass by, hope's rays draw near,
Tears offer chances, crystal clear,
Each moment a choice, a brand new start,
In life's rhythm, a beat of the heart.

And so, in this cycle, life unfurls,
Euphoria's one-third, yet with twos of swirls,
Despair may linger, but don't let it smother,
For in every chapter, you discover another.

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When dark clouds loom in life's grand sky,
Sadness emerges, don't deny,
Unique and complex, like Linux's might,
Uncharted, it lingers in the depths of night.

Sorrow visits the corridors of your mind,
Negativity's grip, it's hard to unwind,
It clenches you, your very core,
In the tapestry of humanity, you explore.

Through furrows carved by expectation's weight,
Shattered shells, a rebirth awaits,
Emerging as someone new, and true,
A better self, glistening like morning dew.

Sentiments and drama often draw near,
Reactions swift, yet there's nothing to fear,
They open portals to different trails,
Removing the toxic scales.

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Now he enjoys his luxuries,
Built on the toil of his poor parents,
But one day, karma will strike him,
Like an asteroid hitting a dishonored planet.

I wish I could turn back time,
Change my choices, say "No,"
But I'll never get back the old me.

To those who laughed at my tears,
To those who pushed me into tragedy,
To those who never offered a helping hand,
I offer my gratitude for making me who I am.

I'll never know my ultimate destination,
But I no longer strive for perfection,
And that has made me happier,
Embracing all that you have done.

May this river of rage merge,
With the lake of sorrow,
Finally reaching the ocean of hope,
For hope is the greatest reward for us,
That everything will happen,
In the right time and right place.

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When I was born into this peculiar world,
My parents taught me to love everyone,
In my attempt to prove I was perfect,
I lost what I held dear in my tender mind.

Being soft and kind to everyone,
People used me as an opportunity,
I fell into their traps,
Until I encountered those,
Who offered their helping hands.

Though I worked hard,
I received only disgrace and disrespect,
But I never wearied myself,
Though I knew someday,
I might lose everything I had.

I gained some respect and slight benefits,
Yet toxic friendships shattered my inner core,
I kept my hands over my mouth,
"Because boys don't cry."

When the path of suicide seemed clearer,
I chose the path of courage,
Which led me to an unexpected paradise,
And I owe it to that unfaithful friend.

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As tears streamed down, her face in despair,
My instincts took over, in anger and flare,
Her brother's life, I did swiftly beheaded,
Leaving her shattered, her heart to mend.

Now, she's captive within my domain,
I dare not look upon her again,
Rage and shame engulf my being,
For tarnishing a heart so pure, so freeing.

In the depths of remorse, I understand,
She can never reciprocate love's demand,
An ogre's heart, no one can embrace,
Condemned to be alone, in this desolate space.

But if existence transcends this realm's hold,
In another life, my love I'll unfold,
To be there for her, my darling rose,
Longing for a love that fate imposed.

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On this day of triumph and cheer,
Amidst the revelry, a hidden tear,
For loneliness has gripped my soul,
A heaviness I cannot control.

Once seen as a monster, feared and despised,
I reveled in bloodshed, my ego prized,
But then I beheld her, a vision afar,
Her innocence and grace like a guiding star.

Veiled and distant, she captured my gaze,
For the first time, hesitation's haze,
Cupid's spell, a love I could not deny,
A tender boy within, hidden awry.

I bowed my head before her grace,
Only to be betrayed in that very space,
Her brother, a brutal soldier's hand,
Stabbed me in the back, a treacherous stand.

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"I remember, in '98 I strolled,
At Taj Mahal, practicing Kathak so bold,
I glimpsed a man's shadow, his curiosity profound,
I wonder where he is, fear once had me bound."

A chuckle escaped her, mirth's gentle thrall,
And in my eyes, love's flame did enthrall,
For destiny had woven its intricate thread,
Uniting me with the dream that I had wed.

I replied, "That man married his dream divine,
He praised your Kathak in that gown of white fine,"
She stared, questioning how I knew,
Destiny's hand revealed a love anew.

For that man who yearned, curious and true,
Will forever stand by your side, it's true,
And I confess, with all my heart aflame,
I fall in love with that girl, once again!

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Lagging behind, my companions moved on,
Lost in the beauty that had me drawn,
Questions abounded, ethereal and grand,
But all silenced when I glimpsed her again.

She danced Kathak upon the marble floor,
A ballerina's grace, spinning galore,
Her flowing top, twirling like a peacock's train,
Glass bangles chiming, a rhythmic refrain.

Soothing notes like octaves pure,
Her face still a mystery, allure demure,
Approaching her, I stumbled and fell,
She fled to the brink of the unknown's spell.

Undeterred, I followed her path with haste,
Until I found myself by the garden's chaste,
Praying to see her once more in sight,
Yet fate had a surprise, a twist of delight.

In the present, I perused an old album's tale,
Wherein I wed a woman, dreams unveiled,
Gazing at our portrait, Taj Mahal's frame,
My wife broke the silence, whispering her claim.

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On the sweet eve of 98's embrace,
I wandered the steps of Taj Mahal's grace,
Where my eyes shimmered with hopeful delight,
A mysterious calm held my soul so tight.

In days so busy, a respite I sought,
And there, in a corner, a vision I caught,
The woman of my dreams, a fleeting glance,
Bending to retrieve her hairpin's dance.

Her tresses flowed like threads of gold,
Crimson rays in the morning bold,
Through those rays, her face I sought,
But startled she was by the gaze I brought.

Her anarkali gown, sleeves billowing white,
Each pearl adorning it, a perfect light,
My poet's heart quickened its beat,
As she vanished swiftly, a vision sweet.

Like a wanderer, I carried on my way,
Amidst fellow wanderers, tourists at play,
Yet that image clung, etched in my mind,
Sculpted in memory, a treasure I find.

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Being empathetic to imbeciles is like a gateway to hell. All they deserve is to taste their own medicine!

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