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Perspectives

Perspectives, change and differ all along, Every journey begins with many, to end with one Raw lives and better technologies do not always align Some in time, Some by behaviour, do always go beyond Pure and clean being is but a thread of the same game Every soul does go away from all the grandeur more times than forever  Cornered, cantered and curated are but all thoughts did I To live or to think to be is just as much gains Intuition, intention and all are but internalised ideologies Very many things conclude all of those mental operandi Everything is but a perspective as seen by genders within

Content words

Words, tumble out like weeds Once with emotions and rest with nothing All one does is react ! Try as much as one does to respond while one begins, the other ends, Life always finds a way. So did we, with all things left A smile and a deep breath refresh Once a believer, a skeptic and a wayward Words do hand out a new meaning. With each new breath does thought reform While life is but fleeting one way Contentment is still within and not far away Search, you shall contentment , in tumbling words too!

Failing words

Words, thank you for failing me Neither could I write on it nor reflect Worlds are built and worlds are lost On people, yet disappear they do in a moment Words, thank you for failing me Words are better at failing than worlds all over Time and time again do you fail In need and in deed do you forgo Words, thank you for failing me For when it is meant to be told Is meant not be said, and not be remembered Words, are just as good as nothing! Hearts are broken, not to be mended or to chill Hearts are as hearts are.. being.. breathing! Time to breathe, to be while words be quiet The broken hearts just breathe and move on For losing people is not the pain.  Words spent in deeds    are not the poisons The memory of pain is only realised, when Words in silence can fail just as when spoken Words, thank you for failing me! 

Words mean things!

It begins with a word,  A phrase or a thought  It begins with a word A thought and a deed  For words let loose do hurt  Hurt worse than physical pain For the word in deed is much kinder  Than words let loose in anger/ disdain  Hearts and skins, peel away in agony  In words and inwards, do things remain  For spoken or unsaid,    words are words Slice through stone better than swords  Freedom or otherwise, speak a kinder word  Than pile upon shackles upon shackles  Shackles bound and repeated every time  With a word or phrase in its own psyche  Words do mean things,  words do demean things!  If not spoken to nurture and create Then words are best left uncreated !

The sea

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The sea is a best friend of sorts .. once befriended never returning back to be the same !! Think of it..   loves you to infinity and back- check  managed to stay away from you at all times, and ever keeping a watchful eye..  never lets you forgot them  available yet far away.. Once you realise that the sea is all that you want it to be and more it becomes rather very difficult to stay away from it for prolonged periods!