Soaring through the desired path,
Never fell apart from my faith,
Though my attitude was flickering,
Even the destiny was differing,
Still I made my way with a willful attitude,
An aim to not lose my fortitude,
An endlessly exposed tolerance,
A fortune thriving for competence,
But even so, I find an eternal thirst,
Questioning all achiever's wisdom crust,
"Is this all I've achieved to evolve farther?"
Or my path is tangled in karmic weather..

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My special twilight
is deep josh in lunar dreams,
Meeting my loved ones
in night fantasy with joy,
Just embracing their aura..

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My early life carried a bunch of hope and light,
I always embellish my future with happy fantasy,
As a teenager, I presumed it to be a golden ecstasy,
But my drudgery to achieve my goals went on a toss,
My reality was a flimsy fortune with no positivity glowing,
I did bear my misfortune with fortitude and tolerance,
Hindsighting my past, now I aim for enlightenment,
My stifled cries now are soaring in my passion and peace,
As the Marvels of life is nothing but an art of living it right..

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An absolute numb,
I was in sad silent tears,
My deep loneliness
killed me with no true reason,
Often in my dismal past.

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Life is so intricate,
You drop in loneliness
without any clue and point,
Only entity to understand
is the eternal almighty..

Life is so silly and insane,
Each one plays their own drama,
A game of karma, so unpredictable,
The core owner to tackle it
is your responsive divinity..

Life is so twisty and fickle,
Your past hating enemy
becomes your dear helper,
Situations and scenarios
change your way of thinking..

Life is so rigid and horrid,
It pushes you to your own
conjuring conditional pit,
Sometimes a hope of patience
peace & prayer becomes the way..

Lastly life is a complex art of living,
You are its prompt player & destroyer,
The only truth of life, known till now
is "You are born alone, you grow
thinking alone, you die carrying karma
alone"..

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Survival, hope of being safe between jeopardy..

It's not survival, but always being ballsy in life..

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Yelling out my fear,
I forgot that it was grim
to my own apt guise,
I grew blind in my unease,
My trait was total err wreck.

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Yore moon looked red stained,
Scarlet scars embellished it,
Though it was crimson,
Everyone loved gazing it,
With enchanting feel and joy.

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Whimsical
Night with
Splashing tides tempting
Me to enjoy perpetually
Dusk..

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A roseate mood
in daily life, uplifts thoughts
to accelerate..

Roseate nature
is graceful to us always,
But we're headless rude..

Love is true knowing,
Your own roseate journey
in retrieving way..

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