Learning and it's application = Growth
Growth + Ethics = Progress
Progress + Humanity + Morality + Spirituality =Success
Success - Pride = Greatness

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Thou shall change in life
That's inevitable
Music, love and art will keep the fire of passion burning
But loss and betrayal will give impeccable opportunity
To break and fall
To burn and reborn
To hide and surface
Thou shall change to never be the same

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You are my black waves
touching my watery clouds
smashing down in beauty
leaving behind me in teary rains
You are my black waves
whom I want to surf
engulfed by ur calmness
funneled in your heavy emotions
You are my black waves
whose emptiness is mine
while I fill urs u fill mine
You are my dark heavy curvy black waves

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The lie lies in fading times
As gruelling north love pinch
The lie now turns the pages of yester-mind
Unfolding hidden traits
The lie is not a lie as its a lie to the self
The hunger of the lie lies within
As cynical mind entangled
Now the lie grows bigger as the whims
with no chance for U-turn

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venturing the lanes of my hippocampus

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when your absence taught me I am a small microscopic dot in the whole universe waiting to be perished

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natue is healing on its own







that we humans still don't realize how we are creating our dark fate

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who can corrupt the most corrupt of yesterday's

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Trimmed hair and clipped nails
A common act in sorrow of dear ones
It carries the memories
Memories of joy, bonding, togetherness
Memories of fight, arguments, falling apart
Memories of earthly touch, spiritual touch, karmic touch

Trimmed hair and clipped nails returns to its own origin, the mother earth
It again begins a journey of its own
Someone may ask, will I regrow in afterlife from the mulch of hair and nails
Perhaps yes, perhaps not, or perhaps it's Alt+Ctrl+Delete

It's the time which plays the devil in details
It's the time which creates parallel life,
far apart, yet together
thinking of each other, yet unknown
hoping to be in each other's mystique mind, but not communicating
It's the time, which we blame
It's the time, which ticks and ticks and ticks

Because it's the time which is true test of goodness
And one who is resilient to surpass the test,
get backs the trimmed hair and clipped nails
Uniting, rejoicing, enticing a start of an end

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Old enough to know it better
Young enough to do it anyway

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