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The moon is revealing how someone's light could be eloped, even when there is much need for presence. How can it be sometimes that stars are so cruel to leave the moon alone in between the charismatic sky and earth?Why there is a circle in everything or everything is so confusing?That's why we got at last what we created. At the conclusion, nothing is fixed and nothing is temporary.
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She rises from the love, and the love rises from her.
She became a moon for all the stars in the sky and the plants beneath.
She continues to mould things and rectify them.
When people have doubts about you, she is the
only person who is not to.
She bears the pain without tears.
She lives long after crossing the deathly fear.
She is maa, mom, mummy, and mother.
She is another face of Ishwar.
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So much patience is hidden behind the anxieties.
If one dives deep into the oceans of fear,
they get webbed up in fiery situations.
Miffed time tells some puzzled stories; people
love to laugh, but they get puzzled
in tears of glory.
It is the taste, but the taste of messy things
tastes like having heavy food. It can be digested
through struggle but with a positive mood.
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So the wind is blowing, blowing like it is angry, angry at the materialistic things, the materialistic things that create trauma, aggression, and ego in humans, humans who are now most involved in inappropriate deeds, deeds that are overall responsible for this environmental storm. So it can be a start or it can be an end, because practically everything is just an illusion, whether it is happiness or pain.
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Life is a circle.
Situations are a mixture.
A circle of thinkable and unthinkable
opportunities gets you jumping irrelevantly.
The slipy nature of happiness goes in haste;
you want to stop, but it passes out.
A one is tired, a one is confused, a one is mad;
situations are lurking; you cannot depend on
your intentions sought.
We became so permanent in our
temporariness just because of emotions.
You cannot ever imagine that either
practicality is tough or accepting of emotions.
To be balanced is hard. That is why we slip in the circle.
We hurt, we break; instead of that,
magic is that we are living; we are living beauty.
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Somewhere, sometime, there is a silence, like people are there where they would not want to be, like they did not hear the things they would not be. A scoop full of
thoughts, questioning the existence, doubting the right.
A befitting key in the lock tells us about the relationship. Half full and half empty is the situation for every person when he becomes a victim of such people who cannot
face their righteous nature and kind behaviour.
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The sky is looking to contemplate the rainy drops.
It is considering the theory of becoming new
by breaking an old one.
I doubt, though, if it is sure for all or if it may be.
Deviations in nature are caressing the concept of transformation.
Look at it in a beautiful way, like from a caterpillar
to a butterfly, mandatory is the definition of changes.
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There is a root behind it.There is shade behind.
There is a lap behind, Behind those memories,
There is love behind it.
Another turnover makeover the hope,
One chapter opens, another is closed.
I shouted, I shouted, I shouted aloud,
All in me, all of me, I grabbed it all and threw it loud.
A diagram, I made, a hope, I made pragmatically.
Theorems I learned, but they should be understood
for being learned; how it comes to get something
another is a must.
So if you want to see your soul, you should make
your mirror free of dust.
Acceptance and rejections, solutions and hurdles—that is what we call surviving; that is what we call living.
For some, it is hell; for others, it is heaven.
But we can't judge the book by its cover.
There is accuracy and imperfections in between the chapters. Read it, accept it, but deny the judging and
accept the procedure of enjoying.
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The rays falling on me,It is confusing; for some people, it is burning.For some, it highlights my flaws.But the perception is that, for me, the confusion of statements is just like pebbles and stones falling in or on the sea.Like the sea, the flow of me will never be burned by the rays; it just can stimulate my strength.
The flaws and burning are part of a person's life. For those who are just involved in creating trauma for others, that lesson is wrong that they have learnt.
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From the depths to the shore,
From birth to death,
There is always something more.
More hopes,
More desires—
We are never satisfied, neither at the start nor at the end.
The rules of boundaries are often scattered,
Our breath is bound to life,
Our breath is bound to love.
There is a struggle for success
In the jungle of desires.
It is neither so near nor so far;
Knowing this, we continue on the stepping stones, striving for joy, reaching for the sky.
In the race of rats,
We continuously scramble for God’s grace.
By tasting different flavors and playing various games,
When we finally lose,
Crossing the endless circle,
When we begrudgingly taste the aging of dreams,
We come to understand: the true struggle lies in expressing emotions, claiming our rights, and overcoming evils.
Overall, and at last,
True freedom rests at the feet of God.
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