Hear me… Heed to what I say!
There’s something I need to say…
Savvy! I have something to ask …
Respond from your heart!
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What do you value the most in yours?
:
In your life… In your journey… In your
breath…?
What do you consider as a light-house that leads
you to something?
:
As a trail… As a way… As a trace…?
What do you mean by a ‘goal’ from
you?
From deep inside you… From your instinct…
From your soul…?
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What’s that, that makes you crazy? What’s
that, that makes you go beyond you?
What’s that, that bequeaths energy in your
faint? Ha !
Lil’ intriguing…? Got an answer?
Too quick to decide… Too weird to think of;
Too much of emotions to reveal… Too much of
expressions to give…
Too much of ‘muchness’… Lil’ of paradox;
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I’m getin’ started and I’m on; here I’m
presenting you
Two sets of beings; common an’ uncommon
Whilst the commons remain unharmed; casted
off; unnoticed;
it’s the uncommons – get harmed; getting
the spotlight,
Acting diabolical or teachin’ you a dialog
sense;
Living angelic or backing an enigma;
Creating somethin’ special or destroying
that exits;
Their actions; their thoughts…
What they deserve is what they fight for
Right or Left… It’s their way … Their own
way of doing things…
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At the end of the day, nothing matters much,
other than ‘The Glory’
Nothing can appease their passion’s
hunger
Nothing can be a more powerful weapon than
their Idea
It’s by pride they walk; it’s by their
rage, they feed; it’s by their idea, they live… => their Code
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It’s by their code, they survive…!
But when Karma turns around and bites you,
the uncommons;
Everything you strived for turns down;
despite you put everything in you
What happens when, what you did is not what
you desired…?
Your valuable Idea is sent off to the
trash;
You’ll be pushed down a bit and yet not
fallen…
What happens when, you were let down by
your all 120 thoughts?
The thing that drove you, the passion
inside you gets submerged;
From elite to run-of-the-mill you become; will
not be
Considered an uncommon anymore; the
unique turns out to be a peculiar…
The normal life, stinks for you guys and …
As a flavour,
What happens when, what you think you left
in The Sands of Time turns out to be the silt in coast?
Pride, the thing that still holds you,
fades away and there is
nothing to say your identity; your deeds…
your thoughts…;
It’s the point where you break; it is this
breaking point that droves you…,
harder than the instincts wish to ”Live”,
that lasts for a speck of time
and it is that phase…
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You’ll feel the bluish-happiness in you…
Before the real YOU revamps your instinct’s wish,
If it were your last episode, you take a
final breath; make the corny smile and it’s when you feel…
“It wouldn’t bother me even if I fade away
from existence just as your memories for me” ;)
for you’ve created…and destroyed your
world… ;)
You’ll … So do I… - An uncommon -
reaping memories J
- => Yet another Thoughts120 (
Cheerio!! )
