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There she is, gorgeous, in every way there is,
The kind of girl who could have your heart by blowing you a kiss.
She sways her hips with every step, so confident and bold.
A girl with so much style and class it just never gets old.
But this girl holds a secret that will never part her lips.
Covered up and held together by a seam that never rips.
She has to be the way she is, acceptable to society
so she dresses up and wears that smile to hide her insecurity.
She keeps this hair; she does her nails and never wears what’s out of season.
Her soul, it wails and sobs inside and yet she keeps it hidden.
It’s all about who you sleep with and a modern sense of fashion
So she walks around an empty image of their ignorant deception.
A goddess in all our eyes, but her reflection isn’t her
Just eye candy for all the mindless boys who honestly don’t care.
She bears the pain for a social status she so desperately needs,
a simple life, the dreadful fear she vigorously feeds.
But she can’t shed this image yet and even though its pitiful,
She needs to be this way, she needs to be beautiful.

The mirror never tells a lie and its only getting clearer,
The more she looks, the more she sees that she’s becoming older.
Obvious wrinkles, a rounder form, it’s not just her imagination
She blames it on the life she leads, the stress she keeps on facing.
She found time to keep fit at first; she’s gotten somewhat lazy,
But her days are packed with so many things, adding that might drive her crazy.
She keeps the house in order with backbreaking work each day
She’s with the kids, no extra help; she’s raising them her way.
They cling to her and call her name desperate for attention
Don’t they know that all their yelling only adds to ma’s frustration?
Her name, more like a title, that brought her so much joy at first,
Even when they made her sag with their never ending thirst.
But now things have turned around, they did a whole one-eighty
And even though she’s thirty five she feels as though she’s fifty
She loves her kids, so full of life and somehow never lacking energy
But a seven hour break from them would be nothing short of heavenly
If she could trade places with her man, wear the pants, drive the car
But she hadn’t thought to build herself and now her chance has flown too far
She sits there on her comfy couch, her mind ever softly drifting,
Then she’s snapped out of her silly dreams, her children come in screaming.

A peaceful, calm and soothing aura floats above her silver crown.
She feels the pain, she’s growing weak and yet you never see her frown.
Her pace is slow; her step is sure, spreading wisdom with each breath.
She’s lived her life, she’s done her part, she’s ready for her death.
Of course there are some things she did that now seem very strange,
But she has come to terms with all the things that she can never change.
She feels herself slipping away more and more each day,
Piece by piece, she disappears and soon she’ll go away.
As those that walked with her before hang their wings and start to fall
She fears not her approaching end, she knows death lies in wait for all.
She speaks her mind and may be blunt but doesn’t judge or condescend
She knows she has been there before and lived your life from end to end
The memories that she’s losing, the smiles, the joy, the love
They makes her sad, they break her heart, the times she now can never have
And even as she fades away she’s left herself in all she’s done
She takes solace in the promise that all her pain will soon be gone
How winsome is it
when the soul you love
flourishes the same sensation towards you
forging all the one-sided love envious.
Dia swaroop and Rohit, two souls
loving each other, without each other knowing;
The fate went ease through them
bringing them together again to open up
However, the same fate
takes away one’s consicousness  
After all, its fated that they aint meant to be.
Again how lucky and determinant is it,
when your destined boy [adi] enters your life
with some strange entry
and draws you out of the broken past  
That’s when he befits a best friend
And eventually becomes your second love;
Even so how downhearted is it
To see your dead past come back alive,
Making you develop guilt towards the one
who taught about life to you
For once she listens to her heart
And runs to adi
But how pitiful is it
To see someone you love die infront of you
Hence, the work have left a lesson for us
that life is full of persistent problems and pain;
still the bet is given to us
If to move on with the miracles and surprises
or to stay still with the problems and pain..

Learning is always everlasting!
His parents are completely lost; they don’t know what is going on
He’s skipping school, he’s talking back, the boy they knew is all but gone
He’s scared he’ll be made fun of, if he comes off as too pure,
Besides, it doesn’t hurt to live a little, of that he’s very sure.
It hurts too much to be different; he has to be the same
And though he knows it isn’t right he falls into their game
He falls hard and breaks himself over and over again
The girls, the drugs, they’re all that matter, its etched into his brain
Euphoric pleasure clouds his vision; he can’t see what he’s doing
It makes him blind, it makes him numb; he can’t see where he’s going
The jagged, thorny, downhill path somehow eludes his very eyes
And all he sees and all he hears are what they show him and all their lies.
He’s made a choice to breathe their fumes and live off their sweet poison
The high it gives, it separates him from the soul that he keeps bruising

Oh the pain of memories! The times he used to have,
He’d trade an arm, or both his legs to the one who floats above
To have them back, to live again, if only for a moment
When aging was a distant threat, when he knew not what it meant.
Now life is far less exciting, work, wife and children
Each a challenge on its own, a dream until he had them
He’s overworked, he’s very stressed, he’s broken down in every way
He rises up before the sun and boards a trosky every day
It’s off to work and back again, how much can a poor man take
He needs to rest before he dies; he needs more than a simple break

The youth they think they know it all, their twisted sense of right
He wishes for the good ol’ days when bark was equal to bite
As his daughter scolds her son, he shakes his head and then he grunts
If he were her he would have spanked that naughty child over his pants.
Fear, that’s what it is, they’re scared of being hated,
Can you believe she had the nerve to call his ways outdated?
Yes, he admits that might be true but weren’t they effective?
He’s given up advising them, their hearing is selective.
Why should a man as wise as he even waste his breath?
At least he knows he won’t be bothered when he sleeps in death.
'Trotro', or 'trosky', is a multi-passenger van or mini bus that runs about 95 per cent of the streets in Ghana.
Micah 3h
I just
want to say

Seven years
and it all boils down to this

no more talking
except for scheduled days

"keep your life to yourself"
and "it's not her, it's me"


Except I know
we both know
you're lying

and you are weak
for folding

I guess I should have known
that when you're the sun
my eyes would be blinded by you

I didn't feel the heat until the end


you scorched me

I didn't think it would be

on purpose

and now here I am

my fingers and back
seared and blistered

And I am burnt

The End.
I never would have done to you what you've done to me.
LLZ 3h
Mera pyaar Corona jaisa
Jo din be din badta jaa Raha hai
Tumhare liye.
Aur tum ** ki Dil ka lockdown
Badate jaa rahe **!
Haad hai yaar!
LLZ 4h
Pyaar hai pyaar itna ki
Bata nahi sakte ,
Cah ke bhi Tere hi Karan
Jata nahi sakte.
Tumhare yaad se Dil hota hai
Bekarar ,
Lekin tumhare kehne par hi
Karte hai tumhara intazaar.
Pyaar hai pyaar itna ki Bata nahi sakte
Cah Kar bhi jata nahi sakte.
Dua hai tumhara Dil bhi mere tarah
Bekarar ** jaye,
Meri tarah hi tumhe bhi Mera
Intazaar ** jaye.
Miss u really 😢😢
Deovrat 6h
whatever be
the reason
time always signals
timely indication
to combine
of individual’s
lives fragmentation

time never
gets influenced
by someone’s
desire and emotions
time is unbiased
to any situations
remains always in
uninterrupted locomotion

©deovrat 01.06.2020
Seema 7h
The vengeance of morrow clouds
Move in ugly hounds
Provoking the unspoken to reach,
With guns and machetes handed to each
No mercy to the grounds that soak
The innocent blood of the vulnerable bloke
Help no other, of why should one
A hit shot dead, from a firing gun
Unarmed, visibility proof shown
Then why, was he deliberately disowned
Skin deep colors, reflect those eyes
When questioned, they ***** all lies
The growing crisis, has built cratic
Racism trolls, what remains static?
Absurd riots, counting the days
Shame no shame on the current slays
The one almighty, patiently watching all
One by one, the countries will fall...

©Seema Sen, 2020
It's very sad to read the current US news.
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