Lost in the city called Life,
I wander lonely.
As my thoughts and peace strife,
I ponder solely.

I see the lit high-rise of inevitable,
But again I see the same as unlit
high-rise of irritable.
Vigorously, I drag my feet in there,
But I'm hit back by anxiety.

I see the other lit high-rise of happiness,
But again I see the same having path of sadness.
Sturdily, I drag my feet in there,
But I'm hit back by pain to much to bear.

As my eyes wander around,
I slump down lost.
Then I see Hope ready to cope,
Calling me in its shack.
Stoutly,I walk in there,
Now happy to have finally met the city knack.

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Lost I was in the biblio fantasy, then I stumbled upon you and found myself in a more beautiful existence

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being content

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"Feeding on the competition?
Did you not hear what Damon told you?" Asked Caroline.

"I did, but who cares? I'll do whatever I want." Replied Elena in her humanity switched off mode.

After watching TVD, the only thing I wish I had, was the power to switch off my humanity too;killing the blue devils.

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Edifying us against the battles of cruel wind.
Shushing the war of our despairing mind.
You have illuminated the blind in us.

Educating with the heat of fury,
And, nurturing with the sweet glory.
You have enlightened our derisory wit.

O my learning home, because of that role of yours in my life.
I can fly so high.
Even when I'm left with nothing but a cry

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My soul in the plain white attire, stands lost,
Battling the ghost of thoughts.

Waiting for the spark,
To chase away the dark.

Then you cross my path,
Brightening me up,
And melting me down.

Now glowing with happiness and blooming in love,
I brighten up and melt down for you, my love.

O my match, you are the one for me,
Like I'm the one for you.
Let's dive in our love and brighten our world.
Cause we make the perfect two.

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I would connect the social world to the emotional world and not to the world of masquerade.

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"I don't cry easily", she said.

"Don't lie", sassed the smudged ink from her Diary.

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Brightening our homes with light of prosperity;
To glorifying our souls with amity.

From ample of blessings;
To joys of Eid.

Here comes the glorious month of Ramadan to an end.

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And when she penned down the traffic of her thoughts, a writer in her was born.

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