It was a play school era
Nonetheless like a nasty opera
A boy sharpened his pencil
Sensed his mates doing steller
Found himself a successful failure!

He walked to his father
Out of anxiety, he stood farther
Questioned his unquestionable self
The father trained him to do better
And proved him as successful failure!

Days gone..night changes over phone
The boy with trauma remained alone
Disclosed his love life to closed ones
The beloved betrayed over a clumsy paper
Who else here...a successful failure!

Seasons altered.. personality switched
And the crisis of mid life cherished
Like a monster, gently thundered the poverty
His fate and children doubted his vigor
Damn! He is the successful failure!

And I'm the former self now..
My legacy has been ommited. Wow!!
As if an orphan flexes hopefully
I plundered my injured arms' danger
Yes... I'm that successful failure!

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She deserves to be a poetry,
A fragment full of beauty!
Like a persistent flow of current,
Over my hands and cheeks,
Her plateful sighs beside me,
How she blushes round the corner,
Yes I do admire these childish acts,
While gazing her unmasked smile..
Is not it so pretty to flirt?
I don't keen to express her dilemma,
Generally through signs, symbols and tacts..
The holiness around her..her aura..
Sprinkling down to my seized soul,
Are the evergreen charm of my face..
Is it wrong to cast her as silly?
A face full of care, share and prayer..
The time we texts the same..alike emojis,
Those indistinct chatters over calls,
With the exact shyness and beats,
Over heart, the complements from streets,
As if are depicting our gossips..
A beauty full of fragments..
She deserves to be a poetry.

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She twinkled vitally that day
Foretold next to her ingenuity
Her mate insisted her to stay
That pain over rain choked her clarity.

Fare was the reaction, consent was fair
She parked the car afore cold air!
Posed stupidly. Didn't take even a sip
As if her nasty hairs fell down deep.

Was about to start...she gasped hard
Cried a bucket, tried not to seem tired.
Spoke a little. They urged to be louder
She shared the agony rounder & rounder.

Caught up her needless anxiety
One of them said not to bear stress
Trained her to deliver priority
With due freedom & weight of press.

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I walked..paused & posed!
She turned away & giggled
I waited for a brief chat
Oh no! Se went the nearest Mart...
Thought it'd better to chase
To grab that conversational phase.
She covered the escalator & sighed deep
We did handshake with a high five streak
Cardbury sprinkled creaminess round her lips
Damn! I rushed to her with a kerchief to fix
Her goofy sweetness often stayed along
My heart whispered a 90s' song!!

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That time Of the day..
The sun was rising over my tray
I secured your song to Celia
Hey Jonson! You fired a bumper phobia...
Distressed from tortures my face stepped pale
And I went to examine The Pardoner's Tale!!
Chauser reformed my intellect...seemed new.
Entire text exposed stupid historical overview...
Me & my mates encountered the fatal Macbeth
Our hands and legs posed out of faith!!

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Let's have a brief start!
Weirds poke perching apart...
Roundabout the stairs, dividers and chairs.

Our assistent thundered over the slaves
Machines showed the unrest flex
Knocking, croaking & disgusting faces...

Sprinkling water on the walls
Boring books from the pretty girls
As horrifying as the looks of the boys

Chats and talks caught the alertness
Sign languages run as a genre of aptness
We cherished a mile in this terrain state

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Hail your presence!
Oh Shakespeare...was that you?
Lost in your Macbeth..we were ought to flat
Searching meanings as if toads..
But you sat quiet..you stood far!
We were just compelling apart...

Oh Shakespeare...where were yours majesty
King in true sense! Just had a sarcastic smile
Your humours were at the pick!
Alas! You and your tragic flaws...

Our instructor roared so hard
Neither we grasped..nor we disregard!
Teacher laughed pungently
You smiled intensely! Was that you?
We halted heavy-hearted...
You weren't there to cheer!
Was that out of complexity fear?
Oh Shakespeare...Hail your presence!

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She is the evening when you stare
Alike the time in morning you spare
Notion of beauty and class she is !
Dictator sun even admire her and please
Height of experiences and skills are so rare &
You'll truly fall in love with her...
Aura of her is enough to mesmerize you so far

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Oh English!
Ain't you mortal?
They preached you as magical..
Addressed your so called ingenuity.

Damn!
You and your trashy dramas..
Tipsy cheapness..my badness!

Be candid.
Or escape through the way
What we await.

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Giggling round the storms
Appeard as if a nun
Yielded some stale puns..

Achieved her fanciful climax
Teeth are about to flex
Red roses bended and stretched
Irises seemed to be relax..

Hosts are mumbling far
Out of the way and scared..

Twists rolled up beneath scorching sun
And her life went on & on..

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