Even engines, get tired;
Even clowns, could cry;
Even lovers, say bye.

Transience.

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I found you.
In the midst of fabricated bliss
And discordant melodies,
I discovered you, my dream.
Yet, the smoke evanesced
And I was left with the ruins
Of a beauteous yearning
That turned out to be a mirage;
For, naught can stay constant
And people can be whimsical--
Even as they inveigle to remain.
I lost you.

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Every monument I visit,
I write my name somewhere
Only to find it fading with time.
Every person I meet,
I try to leave a part of myself behind,
It dies a slow death.

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We are all rolling stones, cosmogyrals always searching in this world.

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Something seems slipping away to a terrible, transient extent. The lurid ghost of past haunting present. The novel beginnings daunting life. The excrutiating realization when staring at the mirror. The swift passing of days leading to an obvious, ultimate jerk. Quite ruffling hours & the childish seconds creating a space; a hole into the essence of levity.

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one of the worst things
about last days is,
most of the times
one doesn't even know
they are last.

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People arrive
out of the blue,
distort the harmony
of our little world,
make us fall in love
with the chaos,
only to leave
clean handed in the end!

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Even the singing in blues ends up in strive.
Even the deserving fate winds up in patience.

And the frame defined the heart about "transience".

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Live like a flower
Its very short
but spreads fragrance.

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