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Àŧùl Jun 2017
Yes, Kalpana.
I shall not suggest you about anything,
Kri's the last one I suggested anything.

She got bored of following my advice,
But she still told me all her problems,
Yes, Kalpana.

Yes, Kalpana.
You know rest of the story involved,
How she did get rid of me in the end.

Initially she sought my advice,
She would follow it and be happy,
Because that was logical advice.

But sooner than later she got bored,
She still told me all of her problems,
She wanted not a solution suggested.

Slowly all the charm had worn out,
She grew repulsive to my words,
Ready to suffer she was than to follow my advice.

She was young,
At a crucial stage,
She made mistakes.
My HP Poem #1594
©Atul Kaushal
Feliz G Dec 2016
Sometimes I realize,

That one day you'll leave me,

Leaving me cold,

Without your warm hand.

==《 ♡ 》==

Stuck clueless in this complex world,

Not knowing how to respond,

And here I am stuck clueless, once more.

… help me, my mentor…
"Mentor, what should I do...?", you turn around to ask your mentor, only to remember they're with you no more. I've just read a fanfic containing the words,
*You can't be my mentor forever*
Ruman Hafsa Sep 2016
Whistling, it emerge from it's station
Singing, it begins for destination
It sings a tune of truth & peace
And with it's melody, to you it please

It sings a song of punctuality
"Be on time" flows in its harmony
"Else time leaves you behind"

Passing through hills, valleys& mountain
It sings "Never run away from your pain"
Running into the dark black canals
It sings "face your problems all"

It carries people of all kinds
No variance in caste or colour it finds
your strength lies in unity

To it's destination it reaches
The song of train preaches
With hard work of your soul
*You'll surely reach your goal
thehiddenwriter Sep 2016
There are a few people you meet
Who are truly authentic and
Genuine.

These people are what I call ' gems '
They teach us things
That most us
Don't even know exist
Shadow Paradox Apr 2015
~Modesty & Respect has been lost and now the tears are too hot to turn into frost~

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Sickness in the mind is revised
As the eyes are revealed to a non-existing surprise
Pretending that the colorful pills are sweet tasting skittles
While tears forms into a spiraled riddle
Generations are messed up because good-teachings are slack
So in the young minds rightfulness lack
There is peace even if chaos may seem to consume
In dark tunnels a dim light will soon loom
But if you perceive
To conceive
Not to believe
Then tell me how will you ever achieve?
Life is not a game, but a vivid reality
So save every special moment of sensuality
Remember that you are an instrument
Play your life story, sing your mind, and bleed your words out loud with contentment
You’re not useless
Humanities truths…believe every single bit of it, release your stress
Strength lies within your heart
You’re such a beautiful sculpted art
Do the opposite of what depression tells you, you won’t lose
Your fate lies in each choice you make, carefully choose
Your future is the next moment
Make each obstacle your stepping stone and then you can easily avoid torment
Then spectral corruption
Will never be able to destroy your inner emotion
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Another oldie with the same style.
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
These eyes have seen more
Than what yours will take time to notice
These words don't stand for nothing
They have a meaning,
Hidden, though, you'll grasp that in a while, don't worry
The feet have walked just a bit more of a distance
than what you've walked,
You just started
And your age, its frivolous
Ofcourse you think you know too much
And most of what I say doesn't make sense
But my child, you'll be here one day
Feeling the air of existence
Hit you hard
A bit overwhelmed
And maybe,
A bit out of place.
DaSH the Hopeful Oct 2014
Generation Information:
Running 'round, drugs in cases
Even if ya hate ya placement
Time moves faster with some patience
Seniles claim *conspiracy;

Wonder what kinda bombs we makin'
FOURTEEN MILLION DIVORCED PARENTS
Raising kids who feel forsaken
Walking round with Glocks, hoping they don't get blammed next,
No Christmas anymore;
Santa Claus is hooked on *Xanax

And once you get outta Hell
Get framed and put in jail
Its hard to crawl from the bottom back up to the place you fell
We say we work in retail
But shoes ain't what we sell,
So please cover your ears
Don't listen to what we tell.
Children taught to be pitiless
**** anybody with viciousness
Shot too high
Expecting adults
And that's where the militias went
Murdered by a lonely kid who got no Love
Trained to pull a weapon if push comes to shove
Look up in the sky
They made Ravens outta doves
*Sinned so much, afraid to ask forgiveness from above
This is my Generation
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