So much involved with the society,
In the search, for an identity.
I have forgotten my deity
I have forgotten my ability.
Far from calm, i'm feirce & feisty.
So much brutality,
In my personality,
I am fragile & full of vulnerability.
All this calamity,
Just for the sake, of an identity.

I have seen the darkness.
I have seen the light.
I have felt the calmness
And also remained uptight.
Out of all these feelings,
I have always loved delight.
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I have been in solitude.
I have been in crowd.
I have shown some gratitude
And for that, I have also cried out loud.
Out of all these states,
Thankfulness has always been my attitude.
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I have loved the summer.
I have loved the rain.
I have loved the winter
And drew smileys on window's pane.
Out of all these seasons,
Autumn is the season when
my pen does not stutter.
✒
I have sung a song.
I have remained silent.
I have understood right or wrong.
And sometimes become violent.
Out of all these emotions,
Happiness is the one where I belong.
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I have loved my father
I have loved my mom.
I have seen them moving farther
And heard the silences before the storm.
Out of the two...
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There is, in our bleakest hour of despair
A singular feeling of wild ecstasy,
An unexpected joy that clears the air
To which the pained sinews can but agree.

There is, in our most joyous moments
This terrible doubt of the spotless mind
That nurtures the fear of future torments
And mocks mirth as being naive and blind.

There is, in our greatest acts of passion
The lingering ghosts of expectations
Who haunt us with the shadows of reason
And shackles our ankles with patience.