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My Diary

My diary isn't interesting
Like a best-selling novel
You might find it boring
I really can't tell
But if you're wondering
It's my life,
Both heaven and hell.

My diary is truthful
It won't lie
It's quite wonderful
Yet it might make you cry
It's got a different pull
Like my life,
Both brown earth and blue sky.

My diary is plain
It can go unrecognized
It is in no way vain
It's too modest I realized
It's a bit insane
It's my life,
Both orthodox and revolutionized.

My diary holds my treasure
It's like a vault
It holds my every thought and every pleasure
It has my good points and many a fault
It holds every memory I could remember
It's my life,
Both sugar and salt.

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Past the Deserts and Greenery

Past the deserts and greenery
Is a land better than any
It is that land that I seek
Where my prospects aren't so bleak
It is that land where I want to go
Where my future won't take such a blow
Where I am free of all the rules
Where I am not considered one of the fools
Where nobody can tell me what I can and cannot do
Where conflicts, controversies and scandals don't ensue
Where few are enemies and many are friends
Where the road of life is straight with very few bends
The land where I can be me
Without a care or worry
I know that land is somewhere,
Past the deserts and greenery.

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The Injured Soldier

He fell, fell to the ground
At the gunshot that created such a sound
Nobody took notice of the injured soldier
He was left there lying as the war grew thicker.

He screamed from the pain growing in his shoulder
Nobody realized the pain he would suffer
Trampling feet and screams grew monotonous
The injured soldier tried to ignore the pain that was so venomous.

He made a decision for himself
If he was to survive he'd have to help himself
Nobody was going to come to his aid
Not when each one was looking out for their own head.

He winced in pain as he got to his feet
He wouldn't give up now, not when he still had an army to beat
His shoulder cried out to him in vain
He had already chose to ignore the pain.

He took his rifle up
He adjusted his helmet and refused to give up
He kept fighting till the war was over
Each soldier fighting for their country, their home and their lover.

When the war was done and the battle was won
Every single soldier put down their gun
the injured soldier's shoulder still bleeding
now blinded him with pain and made him lose all feeling.

This time they gave him attention
This time he was treated to friendly affection
He wondered what would have happened if had given up that night
Would they have still won after all that fight?

But he was glad he hadn't for he would have been seen
As a pitiful injured soldier who wasn't keen.

It's the choices we make
And the chances we take
That set us apart
Only when, of course, the decision is made from the heart.

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Pride

Hide your pride
Don't lose it
Tame it
Don't unleash it.

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Life's Too Short

Life's too short
To live in the past
It's too short
You never know how long it'll last

One day you're small 
Holding your father's hand
You're sure no one will let you fall
You're lost in your own dreamland

You grow up faster and faster
You start to see and realize
You grow bolder and stronger
You start to see judgement in people's eyes

You don't want help anymore
You're sure you know what you're doing
You close the door
On all advice, you start to wonder where you're going

As facts hit you in the face
It's almost hard to breathe
You're trying to keep up with the pace
But all the hardships bury you underneath

You start to miss what you had
When you had someone who cared
You start to feel sad
You start to feel empty of the love they shared

But someone comes out and says
You're stuck in the past
You're living in the haze
Time is running out, you better move fast

It's then that you're sure
That life's not forever
You open the door
You're never shutting it again, never

You walk out into the future
All the possibilities there are
You smile at life
You know you're not going to wast another hour

So before you go
You make a lasting impression
On the world and let your talent show
Finally you're satisfied and embrace the end
With no hesitation because you reached your destination

Life's too short 
To live in the past
It's too short
You never know how long it'll last.

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Dear Minister

Dear Minister
Do you know
The lament of the people you rule?
Rule in a world you aren’t invited to rule
The injustice of your mistakes we bear
While you smile and salute our money away
A catastrophe of governance
That you have caused
Mislead and cheated
Twisted and so corrupted
Where did you learn to master this art
Of keeping so many in the dark
About your numbers and fortune?
Alas the damage has been done
I ask out of innocent curiosity
Do you repent, are you admittedly guilty?
You wouldn’t believe if I said
An incredible example you have set
For I an eager youth
Will now not dare to join
A propaganda you call a profession, so spoilt
All your friends, enemies and you
Have made me protect my morals
And my cherished values
I’ve been driven away
By your wildfire of crimes
Learnt to keep my hands clean
To not to be made to bleed.
You’re no servant of democracy
You’re just an embodiment of hypocrisy
A shame that our country
Must submit to
A spot in our history
Of fools
With a humble request
Such as mine
I beg you on behalf of the people
Please don’t come back
Return our money
All the gold
Along with the gifts and bribes you hoard
Give us back all of that
Then turn yourself in
Leave this game
This arena that you have made
Full of cheaters
This is all I have to say
Thus I take my leave with a sigh
An insignificant plea
To voice the country’s cries
Free us of our plight
Thank you dear Minister
For your time
And for sucking our country dry.

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Big Sister

When you feel bad
Or when you feel sad
When you've lost your way 
Or when you've had a bad day
When you need some advice
Or when you feel like you've touched the skies
When you need to cry
Or when you've told a lie
When you are in desperate need of help
Or when you need to hide,
She is always there by your side.

She helps you understand
And lends you a helping hand
She is someone you can confide in
With her help you can always win
She is the only one you can talk to freely
And you know she will listen to you willingly
You can tell her any secret and you know she will keep it
She will share your joy and your sorrow, you can bet on it
She'll help you differ right from wrong
And the time spent with her is never too long

She is your big sister
And she'll always be there
Always listening
To all the worries and news you want to share.

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Into a Thousand Shards

Burst into a thousand shards
Sparkle, glint in the moonlight
Fall on those who question you
Your integrity touched
And ice cold will you turn
Burst into a thousand shards
Shining in the sunlight
Beauty in your rage
Inspiring belief
That there is more than meets the eye
About this simple and shut in human being
So burst into a thousand shards
Pierce their hearts
Leave a lasting memory
For them to visit
When they forget who you are
Your very own super power
Burst into a thousand shards
A bit for him and her
To keep
A little bit of what it is
To be you
Burst into a thousand shards
Your defense
Against your enemies
For them to doubt
Their advances against you
Burst into a thousand shards
A spectacle of a sight
Before you leave
This masquerade of pretense
The finale of a wonderful life
For everyone to see
What they missed or mocked
A custom made goodbye
For those you love
They’ll be riveted on those shards
Until they turn to dust
In the air everywhere
When the wind blows later on
They’ll know it was you
Your thousand shards of grit and might.

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Her Story

To be contained or content
Either way she’d be silent
Beyond life she’d find she was sure
Beauty galore

A small smile spelled more disaster
Than one wide and toothy, so much more like her
Shying away from conversation
Now that she’d given up all pretension

She could speak she supposed
But what was the satisfaction in being opposed
She was one they were many
Terrible beasts they were all, slaves of tyranny

Born as a burden
Lived sullen
Moved towards a starry sky
Only to find an empty night, sigh

Why her? She asks
Why the only one who doesn’t own masks
Never intruding, only living
Punished for being

Nobody saw the intelligence in her eyes
It died in all her strife, fights and cries
Nobody heard the confidence in her voice
It left when to live on, all she had left were lies

No one saw no one heard
They only perused, they only shushed
Poise and grace, her ultimate test
Mastered both yet didn’t get the crest

One of the lucky ones, ironically
For making it this far without being dead for all eternity
Part of another dwindling statistic
Part of another cause, a new uproar, much too futuristic

She is the mother
The sister and the daughter
The creation held as the closest to the creator
Yet she’s the one struggling to make it into the future

Her only fault, to be her
The only reason, her.

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Sound of the Rain

I hear the winds blow
 I hear the thunder loud and clear
 I see the lightning, 
 oh so near!
 I love this time of the year
 
 The water falls with a steady rhythm
 the scent of monsoon in the air
 I stretch my hand out to feel the water
 and stand outside to feel the wind in my hair
 And the water washes away my every care

 It cleans my soul,
 and frees me
 of all the worries I've had
 I feel the glee
 and extremely free
 
 As I stand there in my balcony 
 time passes by,
 slow and steady
 I look at the sky
 and let out a sigh

 Tonight I need no blanket
 I need no light
 I need no lullaby
 I need this sight
 and the sound of the rain to fall asleep tonight