Ghotne ka waqt na diya,
vish Kanth tak hi pahuche

Kimat meri utni hi rkhi,
Ghar pahuchne tak bukh se naa mare

Kal Neend tute,
toh unke angan ka suraj, Naa aaye mere hisse

Alvida!! mera, Aadesh unka
aur majburi meri
Aajeevika samjhe

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Tuned up a little, turned a bit older;
Still, the important drifts, while the trivial smoulder.

The attendant missing attendance while attention is crucial,
The span of focus was once near nothing and now feels less than usual.

What was once nothing, I now redefine,
It escapes me each time, yet so often, it’s all mine.

What I wrote was indeed time;
I had it all in my arms,
Yet I merely watched the dial,
As minutes turned hours, and days lost their charms.
And now I sit here, wondering still,
How I've managed to waste it all with such skill.

Thoughts of fleeing the beast that kept me in its snare arose frequently,
But I stayed glued to the screen, scrolling this whole poem down,
discreetly.

Requests for more may drain me, wear me thin,
A burden I carry deep within.
I swung the bat while others did sleep,
While silence around me grew steady and deep.

Dragging this forward won't ease the strain, Comparing the two just sharpens the weight of the pain.
In both my mistakes, I stand and I see The price of my actions falls solely on me.

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To the finish I may reach, till then let's mature myself a bit, or as I say pretty please.

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Though I roamed for freedom while keeping the check of footsteps and adjusted myself to the nest.
Desires keeping my greed also in check.

However, I wondered how far I could walk empty-handed.

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How cowardly I averted my eyes, holding back tears to preserve their resolve.
What I can say is I was looking elsewhere at that time,
lost in my thoughts.

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I witnessed courage from whom I'm very much dependent on to the date.
I faced despair from whom I should be taking care of, It's fate.

I saw worries from those I should be saying- Rest assured.

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Or perhaps not, as was referring to the previous enclosure. For this year.

Improvement, I sense, in time’s grand spin,
Perhaps it’s time I let a smile begin.

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Let’s leave the past where it can dwell;
it knows its place and wears it well.

Though I’ve returned there time and again,
I bid it farewell for now.

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The shoes felt tight,
though the drive wore thin,
Carrying fear as a weight within.
Once beaten, now clinging near,
shadowing all I once made clear.

This new self,
shaped by the habit’s core,
needs mending as it did before.

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Dragging this forward won't ease the strain,
Comparing the two just sharpens the weight of the pain.

In both my mistakes, I stand and I see
The price of my actions falls solely on me.

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