I look into my mirror, the same mirror I look in every day
I am so scared to meet my own eyes, but I can't help to do so
The dread I feel as I stare into my own eyes
My cold blank dead eyes
I feel as though, at that moment, I can't run from myself
I finally have to face who I am
I feel as if I'm forced to look deep into who I am
In my forced self-recollection, I question who I even am
......
They say, poetry makes you imaginary
Far lost in words... disconnected
When they themselves began their lives
Singing rhymes, poems... twinkle twinkle li'l star
Sleeping to their gran's lullabies
Frolickin' in the farms...to the poetry of tall grasses
Dreaming of nature's poems...its soul rests within you
Growin' up with your beloved alongside
Writing letters to your love... replete with poetry so melancholy...
When thy love jilts you...you weave a song
......
When I first saw him,
I knew that he was mine,
He promised to make me thine,
Accepting my flaws and fines.
My smile spread across my face,
Anticipating to have a joint family,
Dreamt big to live happy,
With inlaws as parents,
And others as bro and sis,
Love has always been my search.
......
I was his,
He was mine,
Time was ours.
My sleep on his harbours,
Spent a month and a nine,
He returned to her mine,
And made himself hers,
With a dine fine.
Very words that shared I,
He redirected them to her,
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We humans have the power to sustain anything.
Whether it is an expensive watch or a diamond ring.
But, when it comes to communication lack,
We so keen, try every possible hack.
Internet has made us its slave,
Life without it seems in a lonely cave.
People always wanting to chat,
Don't even know the life under a villager's hat.
......
Your friends are coming to visit today.
I’m thinking about it
About meeting them
But my mind is slipping into thoughts about why they are here
Why I must meet them
These thoughts are transitioning into thoughts on work
And how, when I first started working
I noticed how strange it was
That we were all just teenagers doing meaningless jobs
......
I look into my mirror, the same mirror I look in every day
I am so scared to meet my own eyes, but I can't help to do so
The dread I feel as I stare into my own eyes
My cold blank dead eyes
I feel as though, at that moment, I can't run from myself
I finally have to face who I am
I feel as if I'm forced to look deep into who I am
In my forced self-recollection, I question who I even am
......
So begin
At the table start two
The world suspended dead and center
The wood slices it through
The table is open for me
and the table is open for you
I see you like
Wet clay hurling on a wheel
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Poverty may not necessarily
laziness connote,
and riches may not
necessarily hard work
indicate.
The hand of providence
does its major role play,
as successes and failures
to each man is assigned.
Work resiliently before
......
It's high time to unlock the best version of you,
Its best time to show the world, the real you.
When the narrow thinking surrounds your way,
You come out as warrior and always pray.
Your mightiness may increase with time,
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