Life teaches us something from every moment and from every pain.
Those who learn something from that mistake and do not repeat again, they are called jugglers, my friends.

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Life is a juggler and we are just props.

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I am a juggler
trying to keep them all in the air
The more I try to balance
the more get added in
(Complete poem in caption)

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Love has made me a juggler.

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Juggler Fraud Cheater are the most respectable addressing words used by your enemies for you. Rejoice and enjoy because you have reached some steps of success..Love and Hug them. They are self declared mentally sick patients of Jealousy and hatered. It's a universal truth. JonRob

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The Juggler

Once upon a time in a faraway land, there lived a juggler in a great circus. One day, the juggler was balancing numerous balls, to amuse the crowd. Someone in the audience threw a ball at him; he caught it and juggled it with the rest of the balls. The crowd cheered for him and, was mesmerised in his skill. Another ball was thrown out to him again. He caught the ball and juggled it as well. Someone threw another ball at him, but he had reached his limit. He couldn’t catch the ball and fell off the stage. The crowd booed and mocked the juggler. He became angry and, wanted vengeance. The pain and anger he felt, woke up a demon inside him. His eyes fell upon the barrels of kerosene inside the circus inventory. He took the kerosene and poured it all over the circus tent and set it on fire...

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We all are jugglers.
Juggling between
Everything & Nothing.

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Here the juggler of words creates magic ..
Neither the Profile nor Bio...

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Things turned sophisticated with time,
Making me to become selective in my tossing props,
For not all I have at hand can be tossed in the air,
Family is so delicate to be a tossing prop
But to be held jealously,
Friends are fuel that one mustn't run out of,
Work is the source of income,
Yet, it doesn't determine greatness,
Love is an abstract object,
Love for self, followed by others,
The unseen capable of birthing the seen.

Need I toss a coin to make a choice?
Tossing a coin is a way to buy my voice,
Tossing a coin blindfolds,
It makes the wrong right, and right wrong sometimes,
I'll rather choose and be responsible for my choice.

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Like the world of jugglers, so the world I live,
In hand are four props tossing up are down,
Having me bent here and there,
Up and down like a frog,
My first four tossing props aren't things you aren't familiar,
Family, friends, love and work, all I gathered,
On all my gaze is set and none must be ungazed,
To ensure none slips and rolls away.

Aside are impromptu props which hit me by surprise,
In an attempt to ensure all are catered,
I turned as busy as bee,
Encumbered with series of loads enough to reduce my height,
Sometimes, I wondered what should top the list,
The more I tried keeping all in place,
The more I staggered like a man under the spell of alcohol,
Spinning, floating, moving here and there,
Technical skills soon failed me,
The circus ring couldn't be filled,
Let alone felt my action,
Like an acrobatic performer I turned,
Balance is kept out of sight And I turned like a foolish jester.

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