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Everything is Predestined..Is it?

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My Friend asked a simple question last night to me,
Is everything predestined in a path we can’t see,
the path that takes through ups and downs,
the path we call life with a bit frown,

If everything is predestined,then what is the suprise,
why does the almighty then play this hide and seek so nice,
why can’t he simply do a peek-a-boo
and tells us you can’t take decisions cause i am here too,

We act in situations, we crawl through this life,
we seem to ponder and estimate our might,
but that all would seem so useless,
if everything is so predestined and almighty so ruthless,

if you ask me i would strongly disagree,
nothing is predestined according to me,
let him play games i would play with him too,
Lets see what destiny holds for us, checkmate or redo

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No Comebacks

I still remember the place where I left,
Someone behind but not the memories set,
they clinged to me, they haunt me still,
in darkest hours of night, in brightest shades of light,
i hear the laughters echoing which has changed,
changed something deep within me,changed me completly,
Time is a cruel master, it flows with happiness not without it,
It has been mastering me from the past and present,
and of the times that would come, times of tribulations and trials,
trial of why i let them go, why they didn’t turned back,
and gave me a look that would have stopped the torments.

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The Mist and Me

The Mist is all I could see
Strange it may see,it seems on a killing spree
Thick white disappearing with no ends,
cold,unfriendly like omen,
they say it takes you and gives an easy death,
without pain and sorrow,without regret,
I died a long ago but still have the pain,
Me and mist are friends now,unseperable we disappear.

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