Often my silence is better heard than my roar.
Yet I seldom refrain speaking my mind.
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Ponder And Reflect
Some mark it overrated,
Some call it over the top,
Few disown even the hint of its existence,
and few simply laugh it off.
Until the day when they understand the meaning of love.
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Ponder And Reflect
She reluctantly spread the Ouija and put her trembling finger at the planchette. The seance was set for him to return.
Little she knew he was always in her heart while she was looking for him everywhere around
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Escape
The tremors of the torrent rain,
bellowing wind with a constant bane,
Escalating pain forming monstrous trolls,
broken dreams and restless souls.
Nature’s caper, ironic and cruel,
life in despair, a dubious world.
The homes built with affection and warmth,
All shattered and disarrayed,
The family raised embraced in love,
tossed in some transient deluge.
The aftermath of disaster so dreadful to watch,
Nurtured dreams slouched and crushed.
But then in the darkness, you see a shimmering light,
A hope taking a flight like a restless lark,
You see hands bonding with trust,
Picking scattered pieces, rebuilding dreams from dust.
People coming from all spheres of life,
Breaking shackles of language, religion, creed or cast.
Though unspoken,
Their grit said it all,
They thrive to uplift humanity,
fighting every passing squall
When compassion drives any societal reform,
the human race can withstand any passing storm.
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Ponder And Reflect
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Memories
The universe had a different dimension,
The colors were more vivid,
The songs had redounded beam,
And life had a newfound gleam,
Because you were around.
Though short-lived,
It left some profound impressions,
A reason to cherish for a lifetime.
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Ponder and Reflect
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Dilemma
She lived somewhere between reality and dream,
A forbidden world, a secluded scene,
Unable to comprehend which one to discern,
Wrecking either one was her mounting concern,
Living whimsically my mysterious girl.
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Your Inkling Shadow
The clamor of the bustling streets,
The rumpus din of the prolonged rain,
The uproar of the crashing waves,
Enthralling, yet can’t distract me from not thinking of you.
The wandering eyes, the yearning soul,
The restless stature, the sleepless night,
You consume every moment.
And I see your vivid impression on every form of nature’s caper.
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Ponder And Reflect
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