She walks in beauty like the night,
waits to capture the evening sight.

Her eyes shines the way stars twinkle at night.
Her eyes, her brows, her lashes.
Her chubby cheeks, her cute little chin.
she is so adorable and never sin.

The way she blinks her eyes,
and speaks in her pleasant voice,
It all seems so nice.

Her aura, her glam her spark,
she is so eloquent by her style,
calm composed and resplendent.

She fills the universe with positive vibes,
By correctly choosing between wrongs and rights.

Her beauty is enhanced when her enchantment is shown,
She is so shrewed and instinctive by manner,

Her good breeding reflects in her behavior.

Having a look at her makes everyone feel elated.
Knowledge, Understanding and Respect is something
by which she has been fated.

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Once upon a dot dot dot,
There was a young lad named Time.

When a recluse, people wanted more of him,
When present, didn't know what to do with him.

Quite a strange game
of hide and seek, we play?

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'And yes, there is respite after every ache.'

Pondered those endless, self-defeating, futile pursuits, which sometimes they call,
the circle of life.

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It is funny how easily you create unease while desiring the very ease around you.

It is funnier how systematically you disorder the very order yearned by you.

It is funniest how fast you run here and there to find a slow peace, the very peace that is, after all, inside you.

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Once upon a time there was a race, a rat race. Ten contenders wanted to win the title of being most accompanied.

Memories ¦ Conscience
Loneliness ¦ Love
Belongingness ¦ Deceit
Shadows ¦ Vices
Reflection ¦ Soul

And while they all tried, going somewhere with someone as a companion, being present at the same time, off and on, offering a good run, staying, leaving and coming back, it was a tough mill breaker in the end.

Loneliness was true to stay in company all the time.
It won.

The medal ceramony was an ironic affair?

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Mirror mirror on the wall,
who's the prickiest of them all?

Conscience.

Said Aneedal,
as she thorned herself in his eye.

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What a melancholic act poor creature commits!
Hiding flaws considers his wit!

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I wonder what the frustration of isolation is all about. Did you really think you were so connected before?

Said Acceptance, to her kin Reality, as they joyfully walked hand in hand.

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In a world that's
shouting yet silent thus far,
can we pick up threads
starting with how you are?

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One summer day,
amidst dew blue skies and
cotton candy winds, Change was resting at the front yard porch. Swinging slowly in noon rhythm, he almost fell asleep, when suddenly there was a jolt.

Somehow his chair got stuck, and his movement
was completely restricted. Change couldn't help,
but just be there.

Bemused he thought,
'I wonder what could be more fixed
than me?'

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