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A paradox
No one ever solved

Are we really inside time?
Or is time inside us?

An imagination tickling our little minds
An escape we use over our reality

We think we have time
There is no time

No one can ever make time
No one can ever bring back what was already done

But I want you to know
Among all these things

No matter how long we don't see each other
Even if time won't let it happen

Even if we won't make time
No matter how short we live

You are my time
A paradox I can't solve
Its always not because of suffering
Its what u get for living

if a man can create so much suffering
what right does he have to complain
when he himself suffers

Its always not because of someone
It may be to tell, its coz of no one

in the turning of twilight
there's shadows of moonlight

Its always not to let me down
It may be a grow up sign

Its always not to cry on destiny
It may be a call to write own destiny

Pain is nothing just a state of our mind
to tell u the truth to be ur own kind

Wht u learn may save u from suffering
learn from who are slumbering

     *Its time to redefine pain

      Its time to enjoy dis game
  *Its time to call it game of pain
enjoy d game of pain.. a bit of sorrow a lot of happiness
The jealous poet
Is careful to write more than he reads,
Worried that each reading leaves
A stone
Upon a rocky mound
That time cannot age or wear,
For as stones lift it from the ground
It makes his own cairn seem more bare.
Some days, I recede
too far back into my mind.
Thoughts are like a maze –
it’s so easy to get lost,
the way back is hard to find.
NaPoWriMo Day #14
Poetry form: Tanka
I am a library
Of half-read books
That no one has bothered
To finish
Once,
so long ago now, it seems;
Every thing touched
& everywhere
that I turned,
her scent permeated
both air & skin.
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