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Once, I didn’t know what to do,So I tried a bad haircut.I wasn’t sure why I did so,But I felt more in control then.My hair was an actual disaster,But I was proud of it. – Arsh
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We will never be strangers again,There is too much history here.But if one day, we meet again,And we don’t recognize The person in front of us,Is that not the making of friends to strangers? – Arsh
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Stop! What are you doing?Your life is ebbing away,And here you are, ever idling.The world is still spinning,The sultry Swallow’s birdsong still sounds,The flowers still bloom,And Life moves on.Your labours shall last forevermore,Your worries shall never end,For as you live and breathe,You shall be troubled yet.For that is Life, my friend,Full of beauty and sorrow…
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I am haunted,Haunted by ghosts.’Could have been’, ‘Should have been’,’Could be’, and ‘Should be’ Are their names.Alas, it is only these fourThat fill my lonesome days.’Could have been’,’Could have been’,How pitiful you are!Your grandiose wishesWere crushed byCircumstance and chance.’Should have been’Shushes all others,A pearl among the gems.He lies like a carcassHewn for the hounds, helpless.’Could…
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It’s not difficult to think of plans,Of contingencies for every scenario,But we plan only for the worst ones.I’ve heard that the brain reinforces your thoughts.Positivity is built, and negativity, amplified.I wonder what happens when you only think of the worst case scenarios?
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Can I still have thisFor just one night more?I know that you’re not right for me,And I’m not the one that you want.But I don’t want to pack my bags yet,And remove myself from this place.This place we built up together,Where we could just be ourselves.Just let me ignore the worldFor just one night more.Once…
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The beginning of the war will be secret. There will be no parades or commendations, No grand declarations nor proud generals boasting.No vaunting valour for the brave soldiers Marching surely down to their doom.The beginning of the war will be secret.It will begin as these things always do,Slowly marching to an inexorable doom.A flower’s petals…