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In youth we learn, In age we understand.

Dawned with innocence I played at my will Filled with arrogance I got what I wished With too much tender love Everybody spoiled me For they gave everything That I asked for I grew up, slowly Learning about life, Facing the difficulties Feeling lost in love Ah! Such an experience The pleasure of knowing something The contemplation of love The fear of failure...

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Standing at the Crossroads.

I am a child at thought Everything looks so damn fascinating As a child, I desire Every petty little things. For life is such, so predictable So relishing, yet a little dangerous A sight we often overlook Mesmerized in its beauty Many say, Life is Beautiful Ah! Of course , it is May be I don't know yet. May be I am wrong, after...

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Sometimes when I am alone, I cry.

I slowly drift into Dreams In the middle of the Day Weaving and drawing, A story In the empty sky, which is still a Mystery. The white snowy clouds Carpeting my incomplete stories The birds flying and singing Add music to the dull mysteries. The sweet innocent rain Cleaning the inaccuracies of my artwork The cold breezy wind Lamenting and carrying to places unknown. But the reality...

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That Love.

What beauty you withhold That clenches my heart That spins me into dreams That makes me go Crazy Among the distant shades, Various shadows of people You seems so clear, so vivid While I remain a shadow! Emptiness that my heart holds,  You fill it with your warmness. Your smile, so fulfilling Your Beauty, so ecstatic. Illuminated by your charm,  I am at loss...

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Sunken Melody.

The Sun drowned into Night Danced in Patience Sang in Silence While I sank in darkness. The sweetness of the Song,  Felt Bitter in its Melody. The Pleasant wind that blew,  Felt Harsh in my face. Days swirled into Nights, And Nights into Days Time was an enemy, For it never cared about me. The Morning sunshine, Beautiful Yet, Felt like a raging Fire....

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Words.

The following whatever it is called has bee published by the author in his blog : The Shaded Shadows. Rumble, Mumble, Jumble,  I play with the words,  Despite they making no sense I end up killing the essence. I try, you know,  But all I get is a space,  So Void, So Blank,  Yet, I try to paint anything but Black. I see an...

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Strange Life.

Author's Note : The following is a 'Worambling' (Rambling with words). Originally  written here. The night woke up in the dark Surrounded with silence  Calmness overtook the litle patience As I drifted from one thought to another Winds swirled in the air Somersaulting with the hot currents The dark became dearer  While the patience worn out slowly For life is such Whispered someone from behind my...

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