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Judged

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Pace in his walk was quite high

and his eyes resembled with those who are shy.

Frantically he kept looking for an escape

from the gathering of people seeking the Why.

Words sounded bleak when he spoke

like a guilty child who just broke

something really expensive or special,

His innocence seemed circumstantial.

For acting different he became the attraction

and also a muse for others’ satisfaction.

It seemed he was about to get caught

with whatever inconsistency he had brought.

Later he was seen leaving with a smile

after being with us all for a while.

Before leaving, he kept a letter on each table,

Which said: “In every line we speak, every other is Judged.”

Poetry Series, Episode: 2

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Title: Persistence

And then we wait

for the fate to unveil

the destined path

with our names on it.

Unsettling, this uncertainty

expects us to be mature.

Most daunting tranquility

which me must endure.

Suddenly the wait then seizes

and bares with it another one.

A new wait thus comes into existence,

wait and wait, oh! Persistence.

Poetry Series, Episode: 1

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Title: Enlightening Night

Like the silence that hums at night,

I have adopted the shadow

and have been standing,

waiting for the dawn to break.

Hope it will be exhilarating.

While gazing over the horizon,

I realised this too is a horizon to someone

who might be seeking

his or her morning Sun.

In silence I found my peace and realised that

even a night can be an enlightening one.

Series of Regrets

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Another crops up before you forget

the one you just had.

Regrets, a lifetime affair,

must be endured even when glad.

It’s a series without any order,

Often reflected when sad.

Despite having the knowledge,

You regret over what you once had

and somehow end up

with one more to add.

It’s not a choice and that is the only regret.

Flowers

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It says that they spread an aromatic fragrance

when they bloom and are bright.

It also says that they wither under harshness

and die down when deprived of light.

Interact with life that comes flying around

and have their own colour to every sight.

Grow up, reach their prime, bloom and later perish,

yet stand everyday as it is right.

It here speaks of flowers and their life,

While I thought it meant us humans.

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.

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.