I wrote and wrote, to no avail, in the end
The message just, doesn’t reach, my friend!
So I read it to myself, and I just wonder,
Is it so impossible? Or, is it a blunder?

A blunder, with a princess, to have a bond.
When you’re but, just a frog from the pond.
You could travel in space, across the galaxies
Cross mountains or dive to the deepest seas,
Undeterred, no matter, how much you please.
But some things remain unmoved, where it is.

In between the sour and the sweetness of life,
And in between life’s dedication, toils and strife,
Dejected and feeling torn, I have decided to lose,
The only person, in my life, that I chose to choose.

If only we lived, but, in a world of fairy tale
Surrounded by fairies, angels and magic spell
Where all dreams could be, dreamt and achieved
Together in love, happy, contented and relieved.

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You could enclose me in a coffin, embalmed,
With the nectar of the sweet roses.
But, to the desiring and the needy,
Give away whatever I possess.

If you think you can,
When i die, burn me not
Hoping you would regard
My wishes and my thought.

Give my eyes to the blind
Who has not seen a sun rise.
Give my heart to the needy
Free of cost, without a price.

Give my brains to the *******
Whose brain is in disorder
Give my kidneys to the ailing
Ain't it worth and better?

Give my veins and my bones
To the lame and the *******.
Let him also walk his days
Strong and fit as a fiddle.

My soul would then rest in peace
though my coffin would be empty.
Before my body decay and rot,
Let me be of use to somebody.


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Oh my love,
My sweet heart
Do not ask me
Of how beautiful you are.
Even when I compare
You with Cleopatra,
Or the Helen of Troy,
You are always better, better by far.
Dark cloud gathers up above
And thunder hits the ground
As the lightning covers the sky above
With its thundering sound
I ain’t no Achilles
Or the Hercules himself
But I would always protect thee.
Trust in me is what I need
And your undying
Faith on me.

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Gone are the days, when by night, we would sleep on the trees
And by day, roam around, finding for eatables and wild berries,
We would then, swing from creepers to creepers, trees to trees,
Playing amongst, brothers and sisters, friends, and other families.

Our homes have been invaded, humans encroaching, day by day.
We have been driven out of our homes; we have no place to stay.
We now, no more, hunt for food, rather by the roadside, sit or lie
Ever patiently, waiting for foods, thrown from vehicles passing by.

They call us monkeys, but look who’s been monkey-ing?
No thoughts on where we’d live, simply occupying.
Cutting down trees, destroying our habitat,
We have no home, we can call our own; ain’t it bad?

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I see the stars above, I wonder how long would it shine
As I slowly sip from this glass, this beautiful Italian wine
Would the stars keep on shining, watching me move ahead?
As into this unknown future, I would have to tread.

When its yesterday, we wish, when would tomorrow come
Now that tomorrow’s come, I am but, sitting at home
Graduation complete, thinking now, what to do next
Thinking about what to choose, what would be best.

Knocking doors, of every offices, Organizations, or Company.
Sitting down for interviews, in each and every, Entity.
Would I fare, would I flunk? Fingers crossed, results awaited.
No matter how many doors do I knock, “JOB isn’t in my fate.

Experience is what all employers opt, from the candidate,
How can you expect this experience from a fresh graduate?
Give me a chance; I would prove my efficiency, capability,
An hour of interview on a table, will never portray one’s ability.

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Perhaps one less man, makes her world, a better place,
Hearts at content, Peace in mind, smiles on her face.
Hopes forlorn, patience outrun, despite all the tries,
Feeble and frail, unsuccessful, tears roll down my eyes.

Unfulfilled dreams and Promises,
Sunken to the deep sea below
Waiting for the last tick of the clock,
As I rest my head on the pillow.

Samson and Delilah, Romeo and Juliet,
Oh what a story? Of them! That I read.
Mine is more of a flop, than a success instead,
And perhaps that’s my loser, ill-written fate.

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If not for the moon, we won’t see the stars,
If not for the wound, we won’t see the scars.

If not for the highs, we won’t feel no lows,
If not for the fast, we won’t feel no slows.

If not for the poor, we won’t have no rich.
If not for the river, we won’t have no bridge.

If not for the day, we won’t have no night.
If not for the wars, we won’t have no fight.

If not for the happiness, we won’t have no satisfactions,
If not for the love, we won’t have no affections.

If not for the winner, we won’t have no losers.
If not for the options in life, we won’t have no choosers.

While we indulge in prayers and hymns
We tend to forget, we can be human beings.
While we pretend being, religious and pious
We cannot refrain from being, jealous and bias.

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