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Musings | Friendship

“What’s the difference? You’ll share your secrets with either of them..”
He asked thinking of the unusual conversation that it’s going to be.
“No, you don’t. For starters, best friend will be one and only one.”
“Yeah, I still don’t get the point you’re trying to make here.”
“If it is one, you are dependent on your best friend, vulnerable.”

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Fear. Being Alive.

She looked down, 25ft below her feet,
The adrenaline rush, for what she has been looking,
Second by second, she could feel her heartbeat rising,
To catch that freedom, moment by moment fleeting.

Introvert in her said, “what the heck I’m doing, I love my life, should have been a reader or a writer.”
Extrovert in her said. “Can’t wait to see what’s next, I love my life, should have been done it earlier.”

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Closed Spaces. Patience.

He tried to find his breath among the crowd,

Without making efforts, being swayed further and further,

Closed spaces still bothering his psyche,

Would have stayed at home rather.

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Princess Warrior

Yes, it aches, my heart aches..

not over a gentleman, but for the reason..

known as improper for a young lady..

to let go of the rein, to have a wild run..

 

To create the history, not sewing or painting could..

To mount at the pace of gallop, a vivid imagination would..

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City of Lights

“You two are fools to change the world!

We are doing fine, no need of your vision.

It’s our mess and we are okay with it.

Mind my words, you’d be committing the treason!”

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Outside the Window

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Battle It Out

Sitting in a 2×2 box, he looked out the window,

in a quiet night, raises a voice deep inside his mind,

Long gone are those cards handcrafted by you,

From the attic, in the box earlier when he mined.

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A Note to 25-Me

Dear 25 me, you are restless, I understand.

You are clueless and worried sick about your future.

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The Closure

I have been tossing and turning in the night

Thinking of what I could have said than what I did say

What said was because of this and that, with myself I bet

I sighed, looking at the clock, calculating how much sleep I can get.

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