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Worse than a tough past I got

I run from agony of ever, forever.

So deep, that I forget my name.

So bright, obscures the lane.

Again…in pain

It never was fun

It always was ‘just fine’

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Clenching in my fist the morning chirps

Crushing in my hands the musical notes

So loud, I forget my voice.

So harsh, it’s no melody somehow

Again…in mayhem

It never was a laugh

It always was a mockery

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It is not that I cannot fly

It is not that I cannot run

So light, I may not stand

So heavy, I may not carry

Again…in distress

It never was a walk,

It always was strife

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but

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In here I could see you,

Every star in sky is clear, better.

So pretty, I can’t take my eyes off

So far, I can’t get my hands on

Again…in love

It never was ‘hurt’

It always was a hymn.

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Now a little wet, now a little dry…

Dry lips, wet eyes…

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Whilst even enemies around mourn,

And friends rejoice the ‘ignorant bliss…’

Whilst even lions stay indoors,

And cattle get out for a chase…

Whilst even crows crow with delight,

And sparrows dig deep burrows!!

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Dry lips, wet eyes

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Whilst they ran away seeing me come

You longed to see even an obscure me…

Whilst they spat the ground I stood,

From you; a gentle nod and a pat…

Whilst they smiled but with plastic charm…

You made me giggle, no more dry lips

(Whilst you even carried a hurt heart…

Whilst even you carried a hurt heart)

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Dry lips, wet eyes…

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Whilst they said I couldn’t do better,

You knew this truth, yet were gentle!

Whilst they warned me of tripping over,

You kicked the stone away before I tumbled…

Whilst they laughed aloud as I fell,

You fell with me, turning it into some fun game

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Dry lips, wet eyes

Now a little wet, now a little dry…

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This is for a person who recently has been with me. He really helped me a lot when I needed someone the most. I know that I know him not since really long, but I feel that he knows me since ages and knows me really well. Alright we don’t speak much about me in here, do we? Well, today is this special person’s 20^th birthday and I couldn’t find a better gift in the toy store. Here is your stuff toy dear baby Krishna, hope you like playing with it…I wish you a long and bright life and I really hope we stay together for as much time as possible. May you be given whatever you wished! May whatever you get be whatever you wished for…

All in a day’s work….

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Smiling away the pains of yesterday
Painting on canvas the smiles of tomorrow
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Thoughts of sorrow tossed in abyss
Like they happened never ever…
Like I never noticed a breeze.
Like I saw no thirst, no hunger.
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Earnings of trust and love’s all I have
Have they never bought any comfort?
Yes they did more than a life.
Yes they did seal some fissures
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Smiling away the pains of yesterday
I hold you
Painting on canvas the smiles of tomorrow
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They come in evenings, speak a second…
Smiling scanty as if it’s some ritual
They see me speaking my heart out
Albeit few times a day…
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They get in some medals
And my eyes emanate light
They tripped over stones
And my eyes overflew from pain
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Dear I have written a poem for you!
“I am getting late mamma, bye, love you…”
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This is the way they leave everyday
This is the way they live everyday…
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They surely speak few
But need no words of mine to know,
That I am smiling away pains of yesterday.
I hold them…they reciprocate
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I am still their mamma, they are still my soul
Is this their fault or my aging you know…
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Together slow and steady.
We Paint on canvas the smiles of tomorrow
Just that this is all just in a day’s work.
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“Show that whatever you wrote for me..Mamma”

This poem is dedicated to my Mother who is also a poet and author…I want her to rediscover herself,but she won’t…everything has a time I suppose…perhaps she forgot that she required herself more than any of us.May be she lost herself owing to all day’s work…what I call a struggle,she calls it life…but it is really sad that we take her for granted…

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shot- a 55 fiction

The pregnant lady was troubled by the fires and noise they made.
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Just then a soldier says  “sister,it is safe there”  showing her an abandoned trench .
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Her  husband, also a soldier sees from distance and roars “Bloody enemy! away from my wife” and shoots him.
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“Are you fine dear?”asks the husband soldier.

55 Fiction is a form of micro fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words. Most 55 Fiction works are dramatized so as to get the effect in limited time.This is my second.

The pregnant lady was troubled by the fires and noise they made.
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Just then a soldier says  “sister,it is safe there”  showing her an abandoned trench .
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Her  husband,who was also a soldier sees from distance and roars “Bloody enemy! away from my wife” and shoots him.
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“Are you fine dear?”asks the husband soldier.

If I were a baby again….

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All my life I worked finding the values of constants that haunted the science fraternity since ages.Many a time my works have found place in reputed journals,my speeches and presentations are till today quoted in major technical summits.several of my talks are considered as masterpiece and food for thought for the generations to come.My entire life spent in interpreting theories of relativity and theories of evolutions,where,how and why this struggle began.

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There was a time when the entire calculus appeared just a myth to the mathematical world when my proofs Rightly disproved the other existing ‘correct’ proofs.When I proved that it is possible to travel as fast as light(funny that we already dint know it,how many times we reach Americas and Africas and Asias within a bat of eyelid.but science talks in terms of proofs.it needs thoughts in words and not words in thoughts)

@mr.human–a sip of tea

Times you think you look handsome,

And you stand long mirroring the greats

Mark my tweet I tell you that,

These are the times you look funny

Surpassing stupidity’s limits ….

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It happened so that morning

I walked into traffic boisterous,

Dirty children running semi-nude, and

With such poor a fashion sense

In true sense of words a nuisance…

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I am ready for #thechildcareproject

Via tweetberry 2seconds ago

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Beggars I tell you, hate them the most

They earn more than you, loot rather

Don’t go by their (born stained) faces

The rags they wear, deliberately they tear!

They cripple, they act, they moan, they bow

I am begging for your mercy sirs, shoo now!

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I am tempted to tweet the cliché

Charity begins at homes #quote

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theDONor:@mr.human so true you say

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The corner tea shop is my favorite,

tea here is better than of any palace.

And  I appreciate he keeps things clean

Hence to say this I have shame none!

A sip of corner tea corners filth and fray

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Hate to sip roadside tea!

So unhealthy so dirty…

Via tweetberry 3se..(as he sips. )

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Just then a car drove mad on the road,

With the rear tyre punching a pot hole,

Second to only craters on our moon.

Splashing muddy water all over my shirt,

Leaving me dumbstruck and wondering;

(oh white swipes,now where are they?)

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Bloody hel,forcd th drivr 2 apologis

4 almost runnin into me!

Lied Via tweetberry 2 seconds ago(not the first time although )

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The beggars and the semi-nude kids

took me along with them,

Showed me a place to clean myself

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A beggar mocked and crippled away,

‘No tide swipes in real life sahib’

Via heart a second that passed away…

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@mr.human-Jab they met

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Follow me-A 55 fiction

55 Fiction is a form of micro fiction that refers to the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words. Most 55 Fiction works are dramatized so as to get the effect in limited time.This is my first attempt at it.

Her cab that night dropped her 55m away from where she resided. She walked as fast as she could since a man was following her. She saw the fire in his eyes. Struggling to get in She unlocked her home,” happy birthday” “surprise” shouted her friends from the dark.

She collapsed and died of shock…