Forgetful yet Grateful

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What if I forget the purpose of tomorrow?

Will it still welcome me like today?

Perhaps I should write it down

Because I won’t remember what I say.

From years, my life is now reduced to a day

Because I forget yesterday’s Sun.

All I remember from my past is that,

Life should be a splendid one

And here I am recollecting

Each day everything and everyone.

But it’s alright I believe

Because as hard as it is

My memory is very short lived

And so is my pain.

I get to know my loved ones again and again.

Perhaps tomorrow I will utter the same words,

And won’t remember my audience again

But for today I just wanted to say…

Sorry, I forgot. Let me try again.

Once in a lifetime

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That once in a lifetime moment,

usually comes very discreetly.

In the end we don’t look back at the celebration,

but the moment we finally achieved victory.

Hauntingly beautiful, isn’t it?

and perhaps that is fair.

We cannot ever predict it

For it is a once in a lifetime affair.

Intrinsic

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Doubted yesterday,

Trusted today,

Tested and proven

you are.



To some, above

To some, below

their level.

Maybe near, maybe far.



Never absolute,

Right and refute,

You are what

You are.



Never loved,

Never hated,

By each and every

you met so far.



Leader to many,

Follower to many,

Your impressions vary

like the gazer which is bizarre.



As long as you know,

As long as I know,

No one will ever know

What others are.

A Sparrow

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As I was getting ready for another day,

I heard a pecking noise on my window.

All right already!

And there he was, a little sparrow.

He flew and sat on my hand

And tried to tell me something.

Little friend, I cannot understand

Whatever you are saying.

On my table was a picture of my family

Which the sparrow knocked down.

That was unnecessary, buddy!

And thus made sense, that pecking sound.

My new apartment stands over his old one,

It was I who was pecking.

I invaded his house while he was gone,

And it was I who wasn’t understanding.

~ The Rightful owner had returned

An old Picture

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You never know what lies ahead.

True, I did not

and I shall forever be glad

for all that I have got.

It started when I saw an old picture

and relived that time again.

Human is an interesting creature

changing every now and then.

I changed, for good or worse?

Time shall judge.

But when I sat across that young boy

I found that we are still quite similar.

Maybe we seem changed for the world

and deep down are still those innocent believers.

Maybe we aren’t so different.

That is how it is

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So I ask you to tell me the truth once again

and hope that this time you will not falter.

It’s easy. Just don’t pretend

and everything will be better.

There is no choice, is there?

It’s between us and we shall decide.

If you must know, know that I care

and just like truth, care cannot hide.

I know you made a mistake

Yet I choose to be by your side

because that is how it is.

Emotions don’t abide.

A little while back

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With steps, I realise that my pace has changed.

Stomping is harder now for my shoulder feels heavy

and eyes which used to see straight, looks down.

Even the shadow seems weary.

Yet, I never felt this burden until now

and only saw it when I did.

A little while back it was easy somehow

but now I must admit, I am growing up.

So should I be happy or should I be upset?

Answer is probably neither

for you see, even though my soles are wearing off,

My Soul is definitely a bit wiser.