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aniket nikhade Nov 2016
Hope and luck have got one thing in common,
both have an association with an uncertain future.

Somewhere down the line
Somewhere along the way
Not exactly sure,
when and where,
but sometime, somewhere met with an uncertain future,
which had got the following things to say,

Here I am back again,
telling you the same thing again,
which was told prior,
I am telling you again,
so do remember and keep it in your mind for the longest period of time,
if possible forever.

Ups and downs
Highs and lows
Yes and no
Success and failure
Everything and all of the above are part of life,
will remain in life as life will continue along with the same.

The only thing that needs to be kept in mind during all the chaos and confusion of life is to make sure, not to give up in life at any point in time.

Continue with what you have got in your mind,
continue with the same.
A moment in life will come when one thing will follow the next and everything else will fall in it's respective place,
the only condition that remains then is not to give up in life till that moment in time becomes a part of life,
however again life will continue with the same.

Ups and downs
Highs and lows
Yes and no
Success and failure
Everything and all of the above,
life will continue with the same.

Life goes on
Life continues
Life follows,
the moment that has gone with regards to the moment that is yet to come and become a part of the present moment in time in the present,
exactly that moment is yet to arrive in it's requisite place.
Life continues.
ABadPenname Apr 2015
I am establishing self into
own vision; swallowed some of
My Own stolen ink: chewing on the pen from the front desk.
—tongue was aflame and bitter.
"Well," said self, "I better get more used to the taste of ink." —looked at me
in the rearview. "At least you look Dead Handsome with blacked-out, bruis-ed hickies on your lips."
And I popped my collar up.
It made me look distinguished, so I kept it there—. Opened car door and spit black bugs and blood against the snow.
Quickly realized then, how I could make the ground my canvas.

— The End —