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A sense of failure in achievement , is my new start
The end is slowly drifting apart
The long wait bid goodbye to me
With a new wait approaching me
Hardships are part of life
Each feels there’s is a rife
A sense of failure in achievement , is my new start
Fading smile is slowly returning
I got to start the churning
self-assurance commences
slowly reckon the expenses
resolutions are meant to be broken
remember the amount of token
A sense of failure in achievement , is my new start
Prove yourself worthy
forget self-empathy
Now is the time to maketh the man
Yes u can , you can
A sense of failure in achievement, is my new start
sense of failure
failure in achievement
my new start
new start
(just) ..start

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Wild Part

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Longing lingers around the year
face carries an invisible smear
Always breathed a simple life
Never complained of the only choice,
As some are blessed with no voice
A part of shyness blocked
A part of limit stopped
A part of me undetermined
Life unknowingly crawls

A murmur inside calls
Go live a life ,
forget the screams
The wild part steams
The wild part yearns
The wild part wishes
The part forever covets

 

 

Red Herrings

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Silent shouts suddenly bumps

two-minute happiness thumps

Thought came a new day

but again heard some delay

The wait is impulsively irresistible

left feeling nothing achievable

Eyes are wet in disguise

Voice mumbling the reprise

All the red herrings applied

I again chair the reside

 

From The Past Few Days…..

Senses of the plunges begun,

deposits of remorse trying to shun

Sometimes it works , at times stagnates

pulling all away like a magnet

The sun is new each morning,

efforts at best to leave the hauling

A walk out of the blue bumps,

I leave my fear outside the temple

irregular rains bring me a smile

howl of the winds slows my mile

Each steps brings closer to the dome

whilst I wish to never end my roam

 

Letting Go

Art of letting go is tough to learn

My mind got to turn stern

The endless wait has arrived

With a new wait to survive

Recurring thoughts of past mistakes rebound

Heart pounds with the fear of flesh wound

Turning into a new leaf is a long journey

I need to keep myself burning,

As I sit alone in my room

Waiting for my thoughts to resume

Two Minutes To Notice

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the midst of crowd , I was waiting for a friend
Watching the hustle , passing by like a wind
Clouds were crying , umbrellas were dashing
Still I stood , As I had an errand

Then I noticed a hand with a stick
Behind him was one more without it
Through the struggle , lost in the hurry
My empty hands gave them a sigh of relief

We juggled through the path ,
they muttered to the world
As all they wanted was , to be heard

Two minutes to notice , all it takes
You blessed with whole , what is at stake ??

 

 

 

Lost In Taciturn

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Mind is worried with fear and doubts
Heart is filled with cry and shout
Walking across the pathways,
Clouded are your thoughts as
always
Your playlist is in auto mode
But the heart is stuck on
unary code
Out of the blue , eyes go wet
You try to hide those in rainy sweat
Lost in taciturn, lone I walk
Hearing the mind voice ,as they talk

 

 

Numbness Gone Wrong

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The cry of the baby is described to innocence,
that of a man sounds as a weakness

Insecurities to unveil is always a hard part,
To succeed in same would definitely be
a new art .

Despondence has become a lone friend
of mine
To turn him into foe , mite give me a new
lifeline .

Heart has grown cruel , I can’t feel any pain
Neither in sickness nor in happiness

Numbness gone wrong
I don’t know where I belong .

 

 

 

Hard Is The Fake

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Rising in the morning
There starts a day
For you it has become
just another say

legs want to run far away
But your chair is clung in
utter dismay

Mood-swings are high
deep down you cry a
silent sigh

The face is same to all
lone eyes are scattered
with thoughts

Hard is the fake, you smile
As to hide the real , you
sense a pile .

To emote is not everyone’s
nature
But to gain the tough ought
be your future.

Still hard is the fake , now
you are unable to make
Write a poem , would be
done with a little ache .

 

 

In The Midst Of The Crowd

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Lives are running
You are marooned in
a rote
Don’t know how to
get out of it’s mote

Always bemused
in the situation
I couldn’t understand
my phobic agitation

Mind occlusion
has worsened
it’s complications.

In the midst of crowd
I felt no one is hearing
But then realized I
need to be my cheering

Choosing a wrong path
is ever an alternative
Clear conscience is
your ultimate motive

The world is bad,
slogans are shout
Saving yourself
has now become a
doubt

You go with the twine
Still try best for your
pine.

The Endless Wait

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The road is risky
You knew from the start
Still you chose to get a
new heart.

Bumps are bound to
arrive
With which it is difficult
to survive.

You knew the bumps
are growing bigger
But never knew the
wait could trigger.

The path seems to
be an endless wait
Yet you conquer
wisdom in freight.

The patient phase
is killing you inside
Still don’t let your
anger slide.

Each time I want
to end the poem
in black
But I cut myself
a slack.

As I Know one
day the road
shall welcome me
back.