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Segmented thoughts are fluttering by,

Shadowing uncertainty over right and wrong,

Quite moment comes rarely these days.

Lyrics are mute yet loud is the song.

Dice, how do you do it?

Rolling, Tumbling, spinning side,

Not knowing what lies beyond,

Taking chances is how you decide.

Life, the six faced gambler, 

Has randomness as its guide. 



The best is not over… read till the end.Hello fellow reader from a place unknown, hope you found the words appropriate. So how have you been lately?

I am fine and smiling as I write from somewhere in the globe. It is funny, isn’t it? I talked about randomness in my Poem and here it is, a perfect example of the same. Some stranger whom I have never seen, met or even talked to is reading and understanding my words from an unknown place (talk about randomness there!)

Beautiful! Right?

Life is mundane at times, we feel low or bad or sad or sometimes even get mad. BUT (Yes this one required a higher volume)…But that is the thing, in order for life to be fun and exciting it also needs to add in the mundane flavour.

Get it?Well, I’ll let you to decide. Just one thing I would like to say before I step off. Try and see at all the randomness that is floating around you and in your life and if you do find any, which you will for sure, convey that feeling to this fellow whose words you just read, Out of randomness. 

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Almost all my poems had a featured image (which do not belong to me in any way whatsoever)

Each image was used with the purpose of letting my readers understand and connect with my words at a much better level.

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Happy Monday!

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A wise man once said…

This world was harmed more due to the silence of the wise than due to the shouts of the foolish.

Being Wise

It’s not easy to be wise,

Hearing all that you know is wrong.

Speaking only after you think twice,

A wise man never sings his own song.

Know this for if you are wise,

It is not just a privilege but a duty as well.

In this chaos of veracity and disguise,

A wise speaks only when others stop to yell.

Be a guide to all who are lost,

But in a way which is welcoming and humble.

For you are the wise who knows the cost,

Ensuring that the world doesn’t crumble.

“Kings may be judges of the earth, but wise men are the judges of kings“
– Solomon ibn Gabirol

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