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at crossroads I was, unable to choose
where I would go, and what I could lose
the clock was ticking, the other cars waiting
in the middle I stood, debating, debating ~
the decision to make, what path to take
what would I lose, when so much was at stake?
completely different paths, different journeys, different outcomes. what would you choose?
πš‚πš‘πš˜πšžπš•πš 𝙸 πš•πšŽπš πš‘πšŽπš› πš”πš—πš˜πš ,
𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπš’πš— 𝙸 𝚜𝚘 πš‘πš’πšπšŽ?
𝚝𝚘 πš•πš’πšŸπšŽ πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πšŽ,
πš πš’πšπš‘πš˜πšžπš πš‘πšŽπš› πš‹πš’ πš–πš’ πšœπš’πšπšŽ.

π™Έβ€™πš πšπš’πšŸπšŽ πš‘πšŽπš› πš–πš’ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš ..
πš’πš πš˜πš—πš•πš’ 𝙸 πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš,
πšŠπš•πš• πšπš‘πšŠπš 𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš,
πš’πšœ πš—πš˜πš 𝚊 πš πš˜πšžπš—πš.

π™Έβ€™πšŸπšŽ πšœπšŽπšŽπš— πš‘πš˜πš  πš’πš 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
π™»πš˜πšŸπšŽ πšπšžπš›πš— πšœπš˜πšžπš›,
πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πšŽπš•πš˜πšπš’ πšŠπš•πš• πšπš˜πš—πšŽ,
πšŠπš•πš• πš’πš— πšŠπš— πš‘πš˜πšžπš›,
πšŠπš—πš πšπš˜πš› πš’πšŽπšŠπš›πšœ πš•πšŽπšπš πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πšŽ.
π™Έβ€™πšŸπšŽ πšœπšŽπšŽπš— πš‘πš˜πš  πš’πš 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
πšŠπš—πš πš—πš˜πš πšŒπšŽπš›πšπšŠπš’πš—
πš’πš πš’πšβ€™πšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπšπš‘ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš˜πš•πš•πš˜πš .

πš‚πš‘πš˜πšžπš•πš 𝙸 πš•πš’πš—πšπšŽπš› πšπš˜πš› πšπšŠπš πš—?
πš˜πš› πš“πšžπš–πš™ πš’πš—πšπš˜ πšπš‘πšŽ πš˜πšŒπšŽπšŠπš—
πšŠπš—πš πšœπš πš’πš– πšŠπšœπš‘πš˜πš›πšŽ?
πšπš˜πš› πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš‹πš˜πšŠπš π™Έβ€™πš– πš˜πš— ..
πš’πšœ πš‹πš’πš πš‹πš’ πš‹πš’πš πš™πš•πšžπš–πš–πšŽπšπš’πš—πš,
πš’πš›πš›πšŽπšœπš˜πš•πšžπšπšŽ πš’πšœ πš–πš’ πšœπšŽπš—πšπš’πš–πšŽπš—πš,
πšŠπš—πš π™Έβ€™πš– πšœπšπš’πš•πš• πš›πšžπš–πš’πš—πšŠπšπš’πš—πš.

π™±πšžπš πš’πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš ..
πšπš’πšœπš‘ πš–πšŽ 𝚘𝚞𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πš˜πšŠπš
πšπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πš–πš’ πš–πš’πš—πš'𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚎,
πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πš–πšŽ πšŒπšŽπš›πšπšŠπš’πš— πšπš›πš˜πš– πš–πš’ πšπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš‘πšπšœ,
πšπš‘πšŽπš— πšπš’πšŸπšŽ πš–πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŠπš—πš,
πšŠπš—πš πšπš’πšŸπšŽ πš–πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš,
πšŠπš—πš πšπšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πšžπš—πš”πš—πš˜πš πš—
πšŠπš—πš πš•πšŽπšŠπšŸπšŽ πš™πšŠπšπš‘πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš˜πšžπš› πš˜πš πš—.

π™Έπš 𝙸 πš•πšŽπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš”πš—πš˜πš ,
πš™πš›πš˜πš–πš’πšœπšŽ πš–πš’ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš πš πš˜πš—β€™πš πš‹πšŽ πš‹πš›πš˜πš”πšŽ,
πšπš‘πšŠπš πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπšπš‘ πš πšŽβ€™πš•πš• πšπšŠπš”πšŽ
π™Έβ€™πš•πš• πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš πšŠπš•πš” πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πšŽ,

πš’πš πš’πš πš‹πšŽ 𝚜𝚘 ..

πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚘𝚏𝚏 πš πš’πšπš‘ πš–πš’ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš,
πšπšŠπš”πšŽ πš–πš’ πšœπš˜πšžπš• ..
πšπš˜πš› πš’πšπšœ πš‹πšŽπšπšπšŽπš› 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πš—πš˜πš—πšŽ
πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšŠπš•πš•.
π™Έπš— πš–πš’ πšŠπš›πš–πšœ, 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝙸 πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš‘πš˜πš•πš,
πšŠπš—πš πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš•πšŽπš 𝚐𝚘.
πšƒπš’πš•πš• 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜 πšŠπš›πšŽ πšπš˜πš—πšŽ,
πšŠπš—πš 𝚠𝚎 πšŠπš›πšŽ πš˜πš•πš.

πš‹πšžπš πšπš‘πšŽπš— ..
πšπšŽπš•πš• πš–πšŽ,

πš‚πš‘πš˜πšžπš•πš 𝙸 πš•πšŽπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš”πš—πš˜πš ?
Or should I fold?

When you love hard so you gotta be careful who you give ur heart to.

Ps: I edited the original post.

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Amrita Tiwari Mar 2022
You have your eyes on someone else
I am happy gazing at the shell
It's a nagging zeitgeist, well
I tried to keep a pretence
Could you tell?

I spinned in endless circles
Blinded by the sparkles
Thought there will be tell-tales
Measured self onΒ Β bad scales
Contemporary delusions hail
Careful calculations also fail

I am trying to move on
From something
That was only drawn
In my thoughts, which pawned
My heart, which still prolongs

Tell me
What should I do?
Everyday I am filled with blues
I could throw this forever
If I knew a little, how to!
Or if I had the slightest clue!
Once I gave up twice.
As if that wasn't enough,
I threw two dice but kept no price.

Pessimism isn't my thing but I think optimism hasn't help very much either.

The good I see in people keep shifting between the real and the unreal.
And that left me no choice but the voice of exit each time.

So I compose songs but none has ever been of love so far.

It isn't about the luck of attraction but the reaction after my actions that quenched the fire.

Well, it is my story so you may not believe if I say I didn't do anything bad anyway.

Do I need more time?
I mean to better study this subject clearly before taking the test again?

Or maybe I need more patience;
To to endure the jolts which comes with putting my hands on that wheel?


Let me sip a wine of time of mine, then I'll tell you more of what happens later.
At times we go in for goals without purpose and some turn out positive. With love, it is a different world on it's own
Ritz Writes Sep 2021
Words dived inside my mind. Emotions flow in rhythmic waves
as diluted thoughts
submerging the pages and verses drenched in melodic verse.
Passion outpour
Submerged myself drowned in inspiration.

As I drift into a lyrical sea and ink drips from my pen.
Wilkes Arnold Aug 2021
What does one do when the characters you hate
Are the ones you best construe?
Misgivings and flaws you can relate
To, tho venerable traits you eschew,

The green light gazers and "architect" praisers
Familial leeches or the confessor who preaches
That awareness absolves one of sin,
Compromisers and self-named kaisers
Resound and reverberate within

They pass by in my pages to be mocked and scorned
As evil, cruel, an oaf, or a tool
Too low to respect or too high on their horse
Despicable, maniacal, mediocre, or worse

And I do hate their vileness, I do hate their flaw
I want to shake them and claw at their skull
For nothing more than the gleam of recognition
That by some misfortune of natural law
They and I share a need for contrition.
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