I was taught how to love and care
But not how to get out of this snare.

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Encompassed in the devil's snare
I learnt the wisdom an Angel possess

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Snares in my path, fears in my way, trials in my life, still my soul finds a way to feel alive, cause everytime 'the miracle' happens making me wonder, giving me hope to cherish beyond my life.

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BACKGROUND MUSIC

Striking those cymbals and snare drum on my three, reeds and bones all in sync, and the tempo rising, upbeat funk music and dripping sweat on my forehead, I reprimanded my fingers to sought-after what's gone...
A start that startled me faded as the background music rose, taking away with sorrows and making the pain a prose.

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Supposedly in trance,
Blindfolded,
We saunter to the
Snare devised by fate
An illusion so
Enrapturing that
You can't get relinquished
Till He wants you to.

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Growing in a pot
As far I could remember it started
with a seed in the mud
then a sap just to see what life be...
You know the gift that I got ..A.. POT.
She is the life , my budding leaves and stalk.

But what's coming got me lost...
There's this garden for aspirations ,
for comparison.... soul snare .
since I have grown... since I have grown...

I'm born in a pot , living and growing in it.
There's no season but time though
no cry , no laughter , nothing outlaw...

Fine , I'm seeing the clock ticking
Sun and moon are alike though.
My goal often take over my life
I'm doing fine with the soil I got.
I'm living and growing in it..
I'm living... Growing ....
क्या खूब मजबूरी है गमले में लगे पेड़ों की ...
हरा भी रहना है और बढ़ना भी नही है ।।
What's growing ??? Is living enough...
to be success , is ego and dominance enough.
What if the body you wear and care
Is only good as soul snare ???

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SnArE

You whispered fiery darts
That had blitzed the strongest hearts
Setting sacred places afire
Where only you could quell the desire

You sounded like sweet music
But it walked my veins like toxic
You were too forbidden to resist
Now I lay at the mercy of an exorcist.

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Snared...

Weaving a flock of dreams
She hobbles to move ahead in her esse
Remaining in the shadows is best to escape the ghosts of past termoils
Trying to get into the present
The ghosts of yesterday still haunts her
Tempting her to seek validation
False promises of a doomed tomorrow
Narrow are the lanes of self redemption
Walking with the sticks trying not fall in devil's ruse

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Judgemental Talks

They don't stop to speak,
You stop to listen to them.
They see you, but,
Blind to your true story.
They believe gossips as truth ,
Not the perfectness in you.
They argue, not to agree
with whatever is you..
Strangers words won't
Murder you,
But words of those close to you
Do it exceptionally.
The crowd of fools, they are.
Snaring you,
By making you as flies
Restless for the hemlock sweetness.
Let them be themselves,
You are not a sloth as them,
You have the oceans of oceans_
To achieve, go for your life.

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Snare characters are all around in Smooth Shape;
Once you
Step into their radius, they show the Snake Shades.

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