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Ashes of Future

Ashes are that remain,
when you burn everything,
flying away with inadvertent pain,
letting you know the missing,
ashes of future,of unfinished acts,
which were let go,
because of time you never had,
they could have been memories of past,
a delightful one,waiting to last,
if you would have trusted the guts,
and never step backed as such.
if you would have raised the bar,
for the dreams,
if you would have listened to the fire,
deep down,
if you would have believed,
that with every burn,
ashes do rise but never as the phoenix,
of  winsome times.

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Poetry, Writings

There is a Place

heavenly-purple-clouds-sunset-beach-lavender-skyscape-eszrathere is a place ,
near the stars,
where memories hide,
to shower over you,

there is a place,
near the sea,
where happiness surfs,
to make you wet with joy,

there is a place,
near the mountains,
where loneliness ends,
to make you soar for someone,

 there is a place,
near the fields,
where the tears stop,
to let the smile glow,

there is a place,
near the heart,
that tells me to live,
to search for places.

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Freehand Writing, Poems, Prose

I don’t know how to write like me

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I don’t know how to write like me,
i search inside, i question my dreams,
i have been dragging words,
or they have been dragging me?
i don’t know how to write like me,
i wrote in the day, i wrote in the night,
i even tried visiting the beach side,
i heard voices but none was me,
i don’t know how to write like me,
i read great authors, i read great poets,
i met interesting people to write like me,
still when i raise the pen, delusion is all i see,
i don’t know how to write like me,

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Death, Freehand Writing, Imagine, Life, Nostalgia, Poems, Prose, Random thoughts

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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Poems, Random thoughts

Shattered Windows

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Windows that are shattered tell a story,
of people that live there without any glory,
broken glasses do cause pain,
hitting back memories spent in vain,
of roof left attended,of cradle that swings till now,
of laughter that echoes like scream somehow,
the winds dare not create any noise,
to awake people trapped there having no choice,
the blood is spilled all on the floor,
a perfect setup for a serious gore,
the baby still laughs and runs the place,
searching for the dog,never ends the chase,
the place remains like this anytime of the year,
laughter,voices that seem terrible my dear,
i haven’t seen them but just have heard
they were a happy family,like every third.
nobody stills know what happened there,
some say it was murder,some say poisoned air,
leave them alone and do not follow,
for their memories are scary,happiness hollowed.

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