The conflict amidst being good and pretentious
Aren’t we dealing with the conflict of being good and being pretentious whenever we face the fake people
Why we are supposed to follow our goodness no matter we sense the vindictive nature of people camouflaged with the goodness that they pretend to be be following
I hope the Almighty sends us the courage to behold the innocence of our heart and not include the revenge we seek against them
The empathy, the love the sweetness we observe due to our truthfulness may accompany us throughout the life time so none has the chance to question our righteousness ever.

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An epitome of hyacinth, though a bit blunt she was a true empathetic soul .

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When flowers die
When flowers die they unleash their soul engulfed in their fragrance for the humanity
Serving humanity earns accolades for good karma forever.

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When tomorrow comes
When tomorrow comes i wish to hide my past errors as i have outgrown them and gained maturity
When tomorrow comes i want to establish my mindset afresh as i may stay free from the grievances that nurtures the negativity
When tomorrow comes i want to embrace the new thus to the old complexities i can bid adieu
I pray the new tomorrow provides me wings to soar high , nevertheless with all the wisdom i gain through the difficult encounters i have come across till now can nurture my relationships truthfully
And thus as a consequence I constantly acquire the path of association that is filled with soulful exquisiteness and appreciation.

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The pain of a soul is yet to escape
The pain of a soul is entangled in the tentacles of pessimism with no hope to embrace the bright ray amidst the darkness of the clouds
The grievances of the loved ones although you leave no stones unturned to keep the relationships alive nurtures the pain in the soul which tends to discover the way to escape
The specific pain in the heart can never be revealed as the root cause were the ones whom I trusted with all my life nevertheless they proved me wrong to an extent that it has rebirth the disbelief against my trust thus proving my instincts culprits of my own soul.

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Concealed confession
True till the core , sways my feet above the ground as I completely get embarrassed to embrace its acceptance
The concealed confession of my soul is the bitter reality of life which is enclosed in the non permeable walls of my heart as it contains all the relationships that are filled with grievances
The relationships which i once upon looked as pillars of my life nevertheless they proved me wrong at every point of my life establishing me as the most unfair and a biased association
The concealed confession of my heart accommodates all the truth i can count upon but fail to establish its existence as i was considered a mere pawn but failed at a point of time to successfully resolve their intentions.

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When my ink runs dry
When my ink runs dry i trust on utilising my emotions and I assume i can surely give them a try
When my ink runs dry i realise i am usually short of words and thus i feel to just sit down for a moment and thus feeling heavy hearted i opt for a silent cry
When my ink runs dry i yearn to scrutinise deep down the core of my heart and persuade my soul to nurture my feelings which were a part of me in the past , i am carrying in the present and will stay with me for the future i will perceive.

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Lost between the pages
Lost between the pages was a love story amongst the Semi opaque perceptions of the world
The views that were the repercussions of the thoughts that were nurtured as the old school habit
Lost between the pages of responsibilities was the love story of young hearts which were mesmerised with each other to a great extent
Lost between the pages were the love that bloomed innocently and pledged to be forever till the death forced their soul to depart
Nevertheless they are slowly and gradually learning to yearn and live for their true love
Amongst the uncountable noises of the world their hearts tend to acknowledge the silent language of love and togetherness forever and always which recaptures them as one forever.

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Lost between the pages
Lost between the pages was a love story amongst the Semi opaque perceptions of the world
The views that were the repercussions of the thoughts that were nurtured as the old school habit
Lost between the pages of responsibilities was the love story of young hearts which were mesmerised with each other to a great extent
Lost between the pages were the love that bloomed innocently and pledged to be forever till the death forced their soul to depart
Nevertheless they are slowly and gradually learning to yearn and live for their true love
Amongst the uncountable noises of the world their hearts tend to acknowledge the silent language of love and togetherness forever and always which recaptures them as one forever.

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The maze of a woman’s soul may be anticipated as the veins of an autumn leaf
It can seldom be solved nevertheless seems attractive to the one who tries to capture the solution
She carries a lot of mental , spiritual and emotional stress whose pressure has the efficiency to make else break her
The maze has a unique explanation which can only be concluded if ever one tries to acknowledge her emotions thus paving way towards her heart
Thus as a consequence the autumn of her soul may give birth to new leaves resulting in spring of her life forever.

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