Deep beneath the web of wrinkled lines
And freckles spanning the face
Lies a soul that has mastered
The art of battling the woes 
And disastrous circumstances
Sprung by the profound race of life
Yet not a tear to be seen within
The wandering eyes...

The sunken space between the contours
Of the jawline and cheekbones
Are a testimony of someone
Ready to face the world, while
Parallel to the laugh lines lie the wrinkles
Etched on the face and forehead
A sanctuary of bygone eras;
The face tells it all...

Yes, The Face tells it all!

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My morning bed resembles a battle field. Thrown pillows here and there with wrinkled sheets just looks like a view after battle. Everynight I fight with the sleep vampires, the thieves of sleep and me myself. At the end, in the morning the loser is always me .
My advise; don't fight at nights, make love.

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My wrinkled heart stretches itself back into shape when I smell her fragrance . . !

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I want to solve all those problems of people ,but the condition is no one doubt on me .

Justification may reveal the truth ; but it takes lots of time and i don't have that much to waste it only to prove myself right.

Solving problems may lead to create the thought " Is he don't do this for himself or not ? " in the public mind , but power of your truth has power to change it to " why he is doing all this to us ? ,Does he had any story reason why he is doing this ? "

And if this happens to me ; I'll understand that whatever worked , everything happened.

Smile over the wrinkled face and satisfaction over the every heart I've touched ever makes me more happy.

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I saw ur smile,
Whiped ur tears.
Got wet whn u sneezed,
Wrinkled with time.
Hidden from world,
Close to ur heart...

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Wrinkled eyes have seen alot,
Crooked smile said alot,
The aging heart felt alot...

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