Rain, rain, please do stay,
Even if it is just for today,
Rain, rain, keep falling on my window pane,
And blur life's harsh realities for the day,
Rain, rain, I shall not complaint,
As you turn the world bleak and grey,
But, rain, rain, you must stay,
To help me keep all my worries away.

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"What hurts more - failures or rejections?"

..."Loneliness!"

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Time and Tides,
Are always meant to turn!

As the Tide turns in,
And the Tide turns out,
Upon the very same shore,

So, today may be yours,
But, oh, don't be so sure!

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Someday, I shall wake up,
And the Sun will not feel
Heavy upon my eyes,
The Earth will not sense me
Dragging my two feet,
Sunflowers will blossom
In my radiating happiness,
While the Meadows will call upon
And set my soul free,

That night,
With the Moon...
I shall no longer weep!

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As the sun sets,
Painting the horizon in hues,
Of orange, pink, yellow and red,
Are they the last bright colours
Of a dying day, of a day already over?
Or,
Are they rejoicing in hopeful hues
For the day that will again be born anew?

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Standing by the edge of the mountain cliff,
Looking down below,
Towards the outstretched bottomless abyss,
What does it make you think?
If you were to jump,
Of your own accord,
And time rolls by,
Till the ground breaks your fall,
Where would your mind lead you?
Will you think of your lived life,
Flashing right in front of your eyes?
Would you be proud,
Of yourself and your journey thus about?
Whose face shall you remember,
Right till the end?
And what name shall be upon your lips,
Till your last breath?
Will you be happy in those moments?
Close your eyes in laughter, memories and reverence?
Or shall your half-worked, undone dreams,
Churn within you sorrow and pain unparalleled?

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Eyes peacefully closed,
They lowered me into my coffin,
And then into the dug graveyard hole,
For my final rest,
For that sleep that I've wanted
Solely, for my soul.

Uncountable nights that witnessed
Those bouts of sad frenzy,
And the silent, muted screams,
Go look for them, my friends,
The tear-stained pillow cases,
Still hold proof of the ruins of my dreams.

This bottomless void though,
This pit of dark seclusion,
Is of my own making.
No one to blame,
For in the pursuit of an ambitious life-game,
I chose the narrow, treacherous trails,
And lost my own footing.

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The morning came in,
With the sun shining through my windows,
And I prepared for the day,
With another mask, another show.
The morning turned into the day,
But I am still struggling to find my way,
Who am I? What I want?
Is now irrelevant before my tasks undone.
The day gave into the dusk,
But I am still where I was,
The night doesn't soothe my soul either,
As wild thoughts carry me hither and thither.
Dawn to dusk, morning to night,
Just carrying on living this life,
The routines, the chores, the promises,
I am jumping from this day to the next,
But this blank canvas of mine,
Reminds me each time,
To manifest a life of dreams,
Dreams that come true freely, without a price!

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An hour became a day,
The day passed onto a week,
The week brought forth a month,
The month piled up to a year,

The year added and multiplied,
As slipping sand within an hourglass,
Nothing lasts forever, they said,
Yet, here I am, alas!

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I looked up to the blue sky peeking from the canopy above,
The blowing wind was rustling them leaves,
And as though murmuring and whispering amidst them own,
They tried to tell me, "You are never alone!"

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