Let life glide you,
like a paper plane,
than speeding jets,
in a fast lane.




For what is progress, but pace, and slow?

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And as the world
progresses with
sophistication,
it is you who I am
besotted with.

Simplicity.

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7 out of 10 people today have hidden depression. I am glad that wearing masks is not mandatory anymore.

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Strange with so much evolution, no one seems evolved. Revolution seems around the corner, yet it is only revolved. Capsules of mind, are encapsulated in plenty. Bemusing how even judgements, are found trendy. People are listening to react, not respond. Strangers are closer, and close ones are conned. Chase is charming, power is the boss. Ethics and community, a long lost cause. How are you as a question, is answered in milliseconds. Gossip and undermining, are dinner story sessions. Texting is in, the face is out. Yet what matters, is Facebook friend count. Hard work is a travesty, the farmers fast till dusk. The only ones feasting on honey, are Bezos and Musk. Mirror mirror, is always on the wall. Living in denial, is apparently a fashion call. Crime files are piling, but what the nation should eat is to note. A democratic bravado, where suspicion has become the default mode. Temporary is new permanent, transactions are not only on cards. Is this the world we live in, with neverending facades?

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It is funny how easily you create unease while desiring the very ease around you.

It is funnier how systematically you disorder the very order yearned by you.

It is funniest how fast you run here and there to find a slow peace, the very peace that is, after all, inside you.

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Reading wisens,
the ignorant and astutes alike.

For there is no sweeter smell, than the scent of pages. And there is no better sage, than the hermitage of words.

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It is better to be
a bride to false hope,
than a widow to the reality of
unrequited love.

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In a world that's
shouting yet silent thus far,
can we pick up threads
starting with how you are?

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'And yes, there is respite after every ache.'

Pondered those endless, self-defeating, futile pursuits, which sometimes they call,
the circle of life.

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People love receiving you.
Next time, shall they try me?

Said, a Mr. Reciprocation to
Miss Compliments.

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