Once in a while,
I converse and not merely speak,
Though the chances might be bleak.

Once in a while
We trespass just to have a glimpse,
As the brain gives way to the heart's whims;
Wishes the clocks slowed down,
For a bit longer to gaze, not frown.

Though it might all be in vain,
As we try hard to explain;
The cool breeze starts to feel warm,
The fire no more threatens to harm.

Once in a while,
The while lasts not forever,
But it is worth the endeavour.

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Dear "Victim",
You are right and wrong.
You justly pointed out how bad I am. Let me show you the other side...

I am the same validation you performed during your laboratory experiments. Without me Inference wouldn't even be dreamt of.
Without me the voice of crores of people in a protest would have died. The rebellion would never have sustained.
No validation of passwords would mean serious security issues, no privacy.

Like you I am just another entity trying to figure out my way. You are not the victim. All of us are flawed, at some other basic parameter, something which even I am unaware of.

I suggest let's not play the blame game, take me in a constructive way. Criticism and praise both are my friends, and I can vouch they aren't bad. You, the "victim", have the sole power to balance all of us, and I know you will.

With high hopes,
From Validation.

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Truth is you have no materialistic existence, yet you are the cause of the craze of millions of youth.

Digits achieve value when it comes to number of likes. Percentages start measuring capability instead of probability. A mere "well done" or "expected better from you", even from a complete stranger, torments our lives.

Your craving pushes people to the extent that they commit foolish crimes; some kill, some get killed. Lives destroyed. Talent wasted. Happiness, Togetherness become aliens, as we all get reduced to Loneliness.

My accusations might be wrong, but I blame you.
Irony being, I still seek you.

Yours truly,
Yet another victim.

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I killed a man.
It has been 10 days.
No one, but me, knows till now.
I am going to tell the police about it, today.

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My heart melted when the little girl, across the hall, stretched out her hand for another chocolate,
asking, "For my sister?"

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As my parents grew older,

I became ruder.




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When incapability is a hurdle,

Sense of responsibility becomes a burden.

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Days went like seconds,

Seconds like years.

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The hilariousness of a joke
depends not on the comedian,

but on the audience.

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I shouldn't have.

If I knew,

I wouldn't have.

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