Whispers of the Grey

I heard it whispered from weary lips—
That life is but a tireless chore.
The more we stack upon the list,
The less we feel what hearts are for.

The mothers, the fathers, the silent students,
All weep for something out of sight.
The lovers, the dreamers, the restless youth—
All reaching for the same dim light.

To love, to be loved—
To dwell inside another’s dream.
Not too little, not too loud,
But balanced, like a quiet stream.

A wicked heart, a weary soul,
No shade defines the whole of man.
They say there’s black, they say there’s white—
Yet all is grey, as time began.

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world turning grey,
Predator become prey,
People say to move on
buy you choose to stay,
You see, there is no
hope still you pray,
There is no chance to
win still, you slay....!

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छोटी चीजों में खुश और छोटी सी बात पर उदास..... मेरे खुश होने और दुखी होने के पैमाने भी एक हैं।

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Black covers the good
in a person
The wrong is covered
by the brightness of white.
No wonder I struggle
to find the grey,
In this world of
black and white

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Life is neutral.

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there is you standing in the beach in yellow gown looking gorgeous.

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Red stop danger ahead.

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Thare is a white 🤍, there is a Black 🖤 &
......then there are 50 shades of grey...
Life is all about understanding and dealing with it..... Learning / unlearning whatever it takes.

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Winter's Embrace

Beneath the Rain, the world subdued,
A canvas gray, where joy is subdued.
The Sound of Silence, a mournful sway,
Rainfall Reverie dissolves away.

Serene Thoughts drift on icy air,
Lost Paradise, a winter's despair.
Memories, like ghosts, in winter's breath,
These Dreams of summers fade to death.

Midnight rainfall, a lonely beat,
Washing the soul, a rhythmic plea,
The rain descends, a winter's sheet,
A sense of solace, wild and free.

Beneath the Rain, the world again,
Old memories, a bittersweet refrain.
Light Of Day returns, a pale, cold light,
The Sound of Silence broken by flight.

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