Beauty is nothing but,
For a women
Security,
Motherhood,
And Appreciation.
Beauty is nothing but,
For a Man,
Affection,
Simplicity,
And Everything Secured.
Beauty is nothing but,
For a Child
Parents,
Sugar ,
And The Home.
Beauty is nothing but,
For an Adult
Opportunity,
Youth,
And Ambition.
Beauty is nothing but,
For an Old Person
Past,
Conversations,
And Satisfaction.
Beauty is nothing but,
What you see in the Mirror.

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My mind is blank
My eyes are frozen;
I have no thoughts
As my world has broken:
It's empty, it's blank
Not because it's the end,
It's just the state of my mind;
Should i grieve?
Or should I dance?;
I don't know
If i should resist;
It's out of blue,
The emotions I'm reading
I feel snowfall
Even When I've never actually seen it;
It's the weather maybe
Or it's the fantasy,
The one I've created;
It's shaking
My fantasy;
As i stand on the threshold
Between my both worlds
Where one wants to expand,
While other is shrinking;
The reality, The fantasy;
Both are emerging ,
It's dangerous
But the view is pretty;
It's chaotic,
But it's temptating;
I wish to seprate it
But I'm falling again
Through the chaotic collision
Of my both worlds
Where the Beauty sits on the throne
While the castle collapse.
-GRACE

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Devil cursed me ,now I'm on Earth
Not for Long but I'll play along.

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" Threshold of life "
Standing at the threshold
With her black
and others yellow
on the different sides
Scary and high
All those miseries
Telling her to dive
Jumped at last
Holding her life
She felt no burden
As she was falling behind
But the shining stars ahead
That she admired,
Were all gone
She saw Supernovas,
Replacing the stars
Collecting the miseries,
She reversed the last part
The stars came back,
Into the existence,
Even in lucid,
She knew the misery waiting across,
But she still crossed the threshold,
For her precious stars.

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"A conversation between Me and my Soul "


He whispered in my ear
As I was sitting there for long time ,
To break the ice
Even though he was notorious ,
He showed me mercy for a while ,
It took me 16 years of my life to realize,
That I've been hiding him from the world for the longest time ,
He must be curious and a little furious at the same time,
Well I guess that's the price,
You pay for being unconsciously alive,
Now that he's out, he's playing with words and the feelings collapsed inside that heart of mine,
And I suppose, He's the reason of that crime .

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So right now I just wanna completely cut off myself from this so called world of yours and Just float in the sky or in the unpredictable ,endless , silent, black and dark space, where no one could ever see me or observe me, where I can rest with me and my tiredness alone with complete blank space inside my mind, where I have nothing to think about or as I would prefer to call it where mind is full with no evidence of existence and be a floating Feather in the middle of Non Existence, Where In spite of this I can still feel the cold breeze and be calm as ice.

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The feeling of being 'Lost'
Is more likely to be as 'Trapped '
Where the memories work as a fuel in the fire,
Where flames lead to tears,
Where sunset pains you thousand times,
Where even an Unknown voice takes you back to home,
Where pain even changes sky,
Where the only thing that remains same is the stars and the constellation in the night sky,
Where morning is a little bit early,
Where you stay up late in the night,
Where sunset pains you thousand times,
The feeling of being 'Lost' is
When you talk to the rocks
And hide from the people around,
Where you try to escape,
Where every chirm gives you scary hope for life,
Where tears meet you every third second of time,
The feeling of being 'Lost ' is
When in the moving crowd you're walking alone .

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Here's the thing
I wasn't born as per my will ,
And I know I won't be dying on my will
'Cause maybe I'm not brave enough,
But one thing that I can do at my will is that
"I can choose the momentum and the quality of my life between the ends of my life and death",

And here the interpretation of quality should be moralistic comfort of the person which is not affected .

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" The glimpse of Origin of Soul"

It was time for birds to go back home,
When the clouds set on fire,
Flaming red,
As clouds painted on Sun,
Giving me and you a solace landscape,
Growing to my balcony
Where we got on like House on fire,
At that instance,
I felt the cold breeze and growing fire combined,
questioning my existence ,
While giving me glimpse of what I have missed,
and what is outside of the world ,
that we made biasly satisfied,
And,
It took me to the origin of my soul,
But i was the one who wasn't qualified,
To see it or feel,
So,
It melted into the arm's of sky,
Chilled, relaxed and giving me a smile ,
And leaving me a homework ,
Of finding the secret of life,
Or was it same inside what I saw outside,
the glimpse of origin of my soul,
or the growing fire in sky,
And it all happened in just a second,
where you pushed me to dive,
Inside that flaming clouds or Witty mind of mine.

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Criticism
has kept me alive,
otherwise I (my creativity) would have died a long time ago.

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