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The Road Was Taken

It was Me All Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong....
What To Do ? 
What To Do ?
Choose Which Queue ?
Ah Ya ! Mr. Motivator will Help ,
I thought with Just a faint Yelp.
I went To him Straight ,
Waited For Hours On His Gate ,
Because He's The One To Counsel Me ,
The One Who Carefree.
He Explained Me What's Life ,
Be A Hero In The Strife !
Elucidated What's A Battle ,
Be Not Dumb , You Driven Cattle !
His Words Echoed In My ears,
Until He Asked Me , To Cheer.
Why should I Seek For Dumbness To study It ?
It is Of God and Passes Human wit.
I raced Back to the Seashore ,
With Ruminations Of Crores ,
I sat Again ,this Time To Tackle This Battle,
Hearing The Foeman's rattle.
The road Was Taken ,
And I was Through ,
My Road Trip Begun ,
As I Bid Adieu !!
It was Me all Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong !

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If I Were a Bird

No Doubt , It'll Be You ,
With Whom I'll Come Through ,
It would be raining and I'll be there ,
Times among the clouds in the air.

If I were a Bird I would fly to you ,
Just to Spend The morning as you come in view,
And When I'm done I'll stand In The Queue,
Stumbling Feet and raising dust in the Avenue.

I see a lot of people down,
Fighting to have your crown ,
These people are so bad ,<
Aren't the best I've had.

I have splurged times alone,
Enchanted to a Stone,
Waiting Endlessly to fly,
More and More approaching Nigh.

If I were a bird I would fly to you,
Just To relish the morning as you come in view.


Birds Live a provocative life though ,
Be it Hot , Humid or snow.
I wanna be a part of this essence,
Be on the mountain under your presence .

Please tell me why ,
I feel the need to reply ,
We'll fly in the sky together,
Clouds divide and fly , as in spring weather.

I would love to be a bird and Fly to you ,
To relish the morning as you come in view.

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The Operation

The Stage Was Set ,
The Lights Were On ,
Soon He Recalled When He Had Met ,
Her as A Provocative Dawn.


His Time Was Ultimately Up Though ,
Still Hunting Smothered In Snow ,
Tick Tock , Tick Tock Blinked The Clock ,
Lines Kept Forming all over the Block.


The Doctor Was In and Exclaimed ,
 Hey Mate !
Your Existence Is All Waiting Over Your Fate ;
Soon he Located His Time Had Came ,
Everything Felt To Blow From The Dying Flame.



A Heart Transplant Wasn't Enough For His Operation,
He Won't Die Until There Was Her Inside Him as a Small Plantation.


What Was He Expecting All Over ,
Can't He Realise He Was Nothing But a Reckless Rover ?
His Heart was Pumping as If It won't Again,
I hope He Doesn't End This Beautiful Quatrain.


The Doctor Adviced Him to Be Patient ,
Providing Sympathy Was Just another Statement,
He Knew he won't Die until He'll get a Glance ,
Through The Eyes Of a charmer's trance !


There Was utter Silence when Came A Noise From The Door, It Opened The Way It had Never Did Before,
There Was Here , Standing Tall ,
Came All The Way To save His Man From All !!
He Overjoyed Forgetting All The Issued He Had ,
He Got Her , Her Got He 
,In All The Skies ,
You Got Glad :)
A heart Transplant Wasn't Enough For His Operation,
He Won't Die Until There Was Her Inside Him as a Small Plantation !

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Magic

Everybody believes in magic , isn't it ?
You would if you aren't barren with wit ,
Something which excites me to take up the risk ,
Proved too much for a Golden Disk .

All of us need some magic in our lives ,
Coz we have been through the holes and poles and dives ,
It's Magic which lifts us up and drop us down ,
Keeping our existence around.


In need of a rhyme or tactic ,
Gotta Work it out for magic ,
Detailed and graphic ,
The outcome isn't Tragic .


How Do you generally post ideas ?
Ever Wondered where they originate ,
Its Magic Which Fix your date ,
Something You might get off-late !

It happens when things aren't really in our hands ,
Its Magic which Takes up the role of the sand ,
Blowing over the Wonderla of stress and agony ,
Such needless Sanity !

It's Magic which Changes the colour of a tiger to white ,Something I can see in this Twilight !
Even the leopard's aren't less ,
They Too , took up to the road of this Address .


So, finally you know what magic is ,
Yeah ! There's Indeed a lot of fizz .
It's Something which holds Me back To life ,
I can definitely Relate to a butchers knife .

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The Secret's Confession

There's Something I always Keep With Myself ,
Wrap It Up And Place Onto My Shelf ;
My Secret's Land In These Extravagant Books,
Each Connected To One Another Through Angelic Brooks .


I'm a very Shy Person Though ,
Not a Doltish yeller as a Crow ,
Love To Keep Everything Within ,
Walking Straight With a forthright Chin.


If You're Reading This I've Something To Confess ,
Life's More Than You're Style Or Dress,
Look Beyond And You'll See A Path ,
No The Final Aftermath.


Everybody has a Place to keep their failures called corner's,
Which works as a needless border.


Everyday When I Get Up I wonder Where I Am ,
Seems like I Landed In The Objectionable Pot Of Jam ,
My Life's More Than I Think,
I can Eclipse It with a Spot Of Blink.


I recently Discovered what we think not always Happens ,
I Often End Up staying There And Laughin'
Is There anybody Out There ,
Who feels The Same ?

My Confession Of Shyness always Conclude waiting for a Chance To Win,
Getting up and Doin it Again ,
That's all I wanted to confess ,
That I'm the one who wanna scare death , and Say Yes !!


Everybody has a Place to keep their failures called corner's,
Which works as a needless border.

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The Book Shop

Each Day , Everyday I Travelled To My Book Store,

To Open The Library and Clean The Floor,

Because There weren't any helper's I actually Had,

To be honest, it doesn't sound bad.

It might sound boring, Right?

Thinking That that they're only books in sight,

Believe me they have a lot to offer,

Books in library are a whole lot softer.

There ain't Books alone in My store,

I'll tell you an incident for which I love it, more and more.

Let's time travel some two years back,

Along a blind and springful track.

It was raining that day,

While I came running all the way,

I opened the store and took a deep breathe,

And What Followed was the slipping of land underneath.

A gorgeous young woman opened the gate,

She was coming, towards me , my fate.

"Can I Have The Alchemist" She said,

I didn't reply, as it went off my head.

"Excuse me, The Alchemist"?

" Oh yes , oh yes , The Alchemist, it Exists."

I handed over the book to her,

She sat at the corner table, which she always preferred.

Time elapsed and The library got filled with people,

For the first time , I wanted it to get empty as it is in the steeple.

But, she went away,

And what followed was her entry, the very next day.

Each Day , Everyday, she used to ask a book from me,

And sit on her favourite corner seat, till three,

I never understood what made me so into her,

Must me that smile on her face which resides forever.

We Started talking more and not just books,

In between those longing looks,

I asked her out one day,

And guess what , she stole the tarts and took them clean away.

What? The Story's Over ,

The weight is finally off my shoulder??

We got together an year ago,

In a hushed footfall, forgotten snow.

- CreyenteAarav ©

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Why Do I Stammer

Gooooooooood Day Guys,

I'm awake early today, what a pleasant surprise.

Oh yes, do you know that I Stammer?

Coz sometimes I end up mixing my grammar.

Well,it's ok to be honest,

People on hearing me get astonished !

Do you know what they say?

On hearing them I give up my heart to play.

"Hey, Just relax ! We get you, we'll do something, just relax",

I feel like hitting their heads with an axe.

It's the worst feeling to be unable to speak what you want to,

Even if there was everything you knew.

Yet, I'm alone and I'm glad,

Sweetly solemn, wildly sad.

People have let me down,

For not dealing with me,

I've always had a desire to speak,

In front of people and portray my streaks.

Things have been difficult,

Where I've always hoped for a miracle,

In the time where people speak in public and say "Yes, I know him!"

I can only afford to sit back and express through tiny poems.

Yet I'm alone and I'm glad,

Sweetly solemn, wildly sad.

I don't consider Suggestions,

People only mummer questions,

I just wanna Sing a song which is so long,

And will keep people away from singing with me along.

CreyenteAarav ©

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You Differ So You Withdrew

Each And Every Day I still Weave ,
These Tiny Thread's Of My Belief ,
God Knows Where Happiness Left me ,
Probably it sank in that sea.
I hope I can Tackle these Jinx ,
With the help of my links,
I can collect my broken pieces again ,
Because this time, 
I'll work with my brain.
This Time I'll complete the weaving whole mat ,
With These memories Just like That.
Each And Every Moment I want To ,
Paste On My Book With A Glue ,
You Thought To Differ so You Threw ,
Unexpectedly, You Withdrew.
The Song Of This Bird ,
Seemed Beautiful Before ,Still I Spent My Time stones ,Near The Lakeshore.
My messenger Still Thinks You're my Favourite,
He Know ,Love Cannot Turn To Hatred.
This Time I'll Complete Weaving The Whole Mat ,
With These Memories, Just Like That.
Inside Quite Deep ,
Life Has Taken A Huge Leap.
Brain Though Is Racing In The Past ,
Positioning Last.
In This Race where Life is Running ,
There's a Forest Where There's Hunting ,
The bow And Arrow You Used ,
Barely Abused.
Just Like That I Tried A Lot ,
Unfortunately couldn't book A Slot.
I won't Give Up ,
Because There are People To Pick Me Up.
This Time I'll Complete Weaving The Whole Mat,
With These Memories Just Like that !

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The Road Was Taken

It was Me All Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong....
What To Do ? 
What To Do ?
Choose Which Queue ?
Ah Ya ! Mr. Motivator will Help ,
I thought with Just a faint Yelp.
I went To him Straight ,
Waited For Hours On His Gate ,
Because He's The One To Counsel Me ,
The One Who Carefree.
He Explained Me What's Life ,
Be A Hero In The Strife !
Elucidated What's A Battle ,
Be Not Dumb , You Driven Cattle !
His Words Echoed In My ears,
Until He Asked Me , To Cheer.
Why should I Seek For Dumbness To study It ?
It is Of God and Passes Human wit.
I raced Back to the Seashore ,
With Ruminations Of Crores ,
I sat Again ,this Time To Tackle This Battle,
Hearing The Foeman's rattle.
The road Was Taken ,
And I was Through ,
My Road Trip Begun ,
As I Bid Adieu !!
It was Me all Alone ,
On a Dulcet Seashore ,
Trying To Figure Out Which Road I Belong ,
A Freak Step Could Prove Me Wrong !

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Convenience

I Wonder Why In This World There's A Thing Called Convenience ,
Am I The Only One Who Choose It Over Brilliance ?
Even Though I'm Writing This Only To Say,
But Does That Escapes Me From The Days Which Are Grey ?

There's Been Days Since I Last Won Something,
Only To Hide Under My Own Wing ,
I Preferred Sitting In The Barn ,
And Keep Myself Within A Spinning Yarn.


But , Is Choosing The Easier Way Wrong .?
Would You Wait For Your Destiny To Play , For How Long ?
Would You Ask Time To Run Your Life ? 
Rethink ! Go Forward And Learn To Strife.


I Wonder Why In This World There's A Thing Called Convenience ....
Am I The Only One Who Choose It Over Brilliance ?


Winning Is Quite Important , You Must Know ,
You Cannot Only Participate Though.
Perhaps It's Use Might Be Lenient ,
But Walking Just Then Was Quite Convenient.

Try To Search For Success Alone ,
Until When Are You Planning To Postpone?
There Are People Who Struggle ,
Making There Presence Count.

Not To Prove Who They Are ,
But Do You Expect Something Bizarre .?
That's What Convenience can Do ,
You'll End Up Losing The Other Shoe.

You Know What's The Point Is Checked Out By The World ?Only The Pages With Long Musing Curled. 



I Wonder Why There's A Thing Called Convenience,
Am I The Only One Who Choose It Over Brilliance ?




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