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Ambitious minds,
Bodies inadequate to fulfill its desires.
It's a balancing act—deliberately we must tread.
Failure makes a point.
****** yourself in the perplexity of the world,
And you catch yourself Bleeding,
Trying to hold on to your spilled guts.
Eminence differs.
Stay on the sidelines, bench warmed, gluteal atrophy.
While you ponder what all these struggles are for, a cascade of opportunities fly by, and life's kisses elude you.
Yin and yang, as they say—discover that delicate balance of Skepticism and audacity, hope and despair, love and scorn.
Lest, you fall off the tightrope of life and into the pit of aimlessness.
She was a source of life,
The incandesence of my darkness,
A glow worm to my eyes.
Selfless, she lit me even when I never reciprocrated her
Indefatigable love.
She was irritating at times when my eyes wanted mirthless isolation.
Nevertheless, she kissed every nook and cranny of my being.
She escorted my blindness, navigating the travails of life.
She furnished words into my soaking spectacles.
She gave me solace, she gave me space to abate my prostrated
Solar cells.
An exquisite garland and a crown of thorns.
My soul will be snuffed out without her; my existence invalidated.
The fogdog of my hazy life.
Edifying light—she revealed
The beauty of the cosmos; my corporeal self, manifest.
Our eyelids will close with our eyes wide open, seeing each others souls.
Our ears go deaf at the sweet lullaby of each others breathe.
Tucked in each others beds, cuddling together in our dreams.
Ruminating about our day, peeking at the crack of our inviting doors.
Distant our warm bodies lay, seethed by our grazing consciousness.

— The End —