Oh, dear tiger!
You are a most exquisite creature,
Your rind is black and gold,
You clamour and growl,
In the wilderness whole darkness.

Oh, dear tiger!
You are gratified,
But vicious and ruthless.
Your hoofs are intense as a razor,
Your teeth are tricky as a silverware.

Oh, dear tiger!
You are untamed and wild,
You are the sovereign of the wilderness,
You are enormous of craziness,
You are the noblest creature.

Oh, dear tiger!
You quest fierce,
Be cautious of violent cats,
But now you are in hazard,
You are being massacred by voracious hunters,
If this proceeds, you will be extinct.
- Aira
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Oh, dear tiger!
You are a most exquisite creature,
Your rind is black and gold,
You clamour and growl,
In the wilderness whole darkness.

Oh, dear tiger!
You are gratified,
But vicious and ruthless.
Your hoofs are intense as a razor,
Your teeth are tricky as a silverware.

Oh, dear tiger!
You are untamed and wild,
You are the sovereign of the wilderness,
You are enormous of craziness,
You are the noblest creature.

Oh, dear tiger!
You quest fierce,
Be cautious of violent cats,
But now you are in hazard,
You are being massacred by voracious hunters,
If this proceeds, you will be extinct.
- Aira
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All happened in this one moment you shone
Bright, white and I had to shield my eyes,
Closed up to see your shining smile that
Dethroned me of my sorrow which I hold so tight,
Excuse me, who are you?
Few only a few have left me questioned like you do. Guys like you only appeared in fairy tales, I thought
How can this be the reality?
Is this a dream, oh god!
Just tell me the truth, you can't be real. Let me Know if I'm allowed to feel as
Love like is so unusual to me.
My whole life, it's just been a zero possibility thing, Nothing like you has ever embraced me,
Oh! hope don't lose this, if this is a
Pantomime, so be it. I will
Quarrel with my fate no more, let this moment be a
Rose without a thorn!
Sentence myself to your heart,
Take me to the paradise of love
Uncertain if this would work out but my
Verve says it'll be alright.By the way
Will you tell me your name now?I Can't call you
X
Y
Z forever.



Note - ( Notice the first letter of each line. *XYZ is used in english for names that are not given or identified)

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All happened in this one moment you shone
Bright, white and I had to shield my eyes,
Closed up to see your shining smile that
Dethroned me of my sorrow.
Excuse me, who are you?
Few people gives me butterflies.
Guys like you are fairy tale beings.
How can this be the reality?
Is this a dream, oh god!
Just tell if it's an illusion. Let me
Know if I'm allowed to feel as
Love like is so unusual to me.
My whole life was spent in searching,
Nothing like you has ever embraced me,
Oh! hope I don't lose this, if this is a
Pantomime, so be it. I will
Quarrel with my fate no more, this can be a
Rose without a thorn!
Sentence myself to your heart,
Take me to the paradise of love,
Uncertain if this would work out but my
Verve says it'll be alright.By the way
Will you say who you are?I Can't call you
X
Y
Z forever.


Note - (notice the first letter of each line. *xyz in English is used when there's no given identity of a person*)

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Sad day

I fought with my friend,
Broke my sure heart
I dumped my friendship,
With my burning heart
This made my day,
A very sad day

In my view,
I am unable to leave ,
My wrath has unstop grew
I am trying to weave,
My heart with few,
Of little pin with strive

My foe who once was friend,
Told me to send,
Some love to her and
He will keep that till his end

This made my day
A very happy day
The time when I was sad
Had been very bad
Now when I am gay
Time has changed to bay

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THE JOURNEY

Life has always been good with laughs
May be with a little flaws
Cherish the journey they say
But end us what stays all the way

Let's talk about school
Have to do the best, major rule
Extra curricular is what I excel
Exams and marks not so well

Let's talk about friends
Different cities and it all ends
Best friend's forever?
You need them. Did they even call? No never.

Let's talk about relationships
Laughing out loud for everyone flips
Chase the memories they say
In the heart, bitter end is what stays.

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THE JOURNEY

Life has always been good with laughs
May be with a little flaws
Cherish the journey they say
But end us what stays all the way

Let's talk about school
Have to do the best, major rule
Extra curricular is what I excel
Exams and marks not so well

Let's talk about friends
Different cities and it all ends
Best friend's forever?
You need them. Did they even call? No never.

Let's talk about relationships
Laughing out loud for everyone flips
Chase the memories they say
In the heart, bitter end is what stays.

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THE JOURNEY

Life has always been good with laughs
May be with a little flaws
Cherish the journey they say
But end is what stays all the way

Let's talk about school
Have to do the best, the major rule
Extra curricular is what I excel
Exams and marks not so well

Let's talk about friends
Different cities and it all ends
Best friend's forever?
You need them. Did they even call? No never.

Let's talk about relationships
Laughing out loud for everyone flips
Chase the memories they say
In the heart, bitter end is what stays.

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Morning melancholic thoughts


In my wake, I sense the undeniable heat fuming under my nose which only added to the unquenchable thirst of mine, reappraising the song of hunger. The realm of reality struck me like a sharp bullet from the dark once again. I chose to wither, daunted by what I cannot control, haunting my dreams with success. An escape was all I craved as I retreat to my bed with regrets refreshing my memory each moment. They remind me of my actions which couldn't reach the expectations while I was struggling to find peace with my mind. I'm burning yet, I yearn for a scorching sun like a sadistic tune in a funeral. Within me once sprouted fruits of hope for a brighter tomorrow which relentlessly fought and lost the battle in vain. I lay bare, collecting myself in pieces, helplessly waiting for another sharp bullet to pierce. In solidarity with despair which I slave for, never cease to push me towards the edge of my sanity. I thread the lines of fire, only faith keeps me breathing, which has shown itself to disappear at times.I carry a prayer on my broken wings, that this fate never be repeated for any other.

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I gave you the love you didn't deserve
You gave me the hurt I didn't deserve

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11:11 WISH

11:11 is the time of
mixed feelings.
It's the time when
most of us are sad
yet, hopeful.
Hopeful,
to make a wish.
A wish, we know
might not be fulfilled,
yet we hope
for our dreams to build.
When the clocks tick 11:11,
everything stops.
In that one minute,
we go through deep thoughts.
We walk down our
memory lane,
we plan an ideal future
in our brain.
We close our eyes
for a second or two
and see our lives
flashing through.
Few wish for love,
few for money.
Few only wish for
peace and harmony.
It's a moment
so special,
for each of us
it has become crucial.
A wish that is
made at 11:11
is the one
fulfilled by the heaven.
It's time to let
the goodness unfold,
let us make a wish
for a better world.

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Missing thought.
Now, we often don't talk...

I remember those days when everyday my morning was good with your good morning message, night rested in peace with your shab bhakair text.. last and first thing of my day was your text notification. Our unnecessary dialogue, squabbling on trivial things, late replies and then small cute fights followed by truce of saying hundred times sorry or decide any punishment or if any good thing happens reward was chocolates...
There are millions of things if I recall those moments a series of books can be written but that's not important. The important thing is that you and I both were together in those moments.

well we often don't talk ..but this silence is overwhelming.

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The Price Is Paid

2

Structures in Forkale were known for being two stories or less and were mostly made of red clay blocks. The tallest stood five stories high and was a well-known marketplace of the town—Grandtower Superstore. Cobblestones decorated the sidewalks, and trees were in numbers.
Winter in Forkale brought grumpiness upon everybody each year, even harsher this year. The trees were naked, leafless and showing off their intricate branches. From the rooftop of Grandtower, the Woods was packed with hundreds and thousands of those trees. Dead leaves covered the ground; nests housed no birds.
At nights, the winds got angrier, swifter, and harder, and whipped anything along their path, but Saron's face was already full of complaints from what the day had to offer. Even in summer, when the sun lay its cheerful rays on the green trees, Saron had the same, ugly frown, unless her sweetheart was around.
The fireplace crackled with blazing logs as Saron, wearing a blanket, was seated on a cushioned armchair. She put two palms facing the fire, rubbed them together, and warmly exhaled on the rubbing to provide more heat. Their kitchen was part of the living room due to low budget—and also due to Saron's joblessness—and Koron watched her struggling to be warm, while pouring a mug of steaming milk.
She felt his caring eyes on her. He was probably thinking about giving her warmth and a good loving to help her sleep. Perhaps to tender her firmly and tell her that he was there for her. Gazing at the waving flames, she thinks what would become of him, if he knew what her miserable life forced in her realm of imagination. What if she told him what roamed through her mind, while he thrived at the garage to make their living?
Forkale was no place for women who couldn't bear children. Having no job was also ill-mannered around here, but if she had a job, it would be impossible to tell her new colleagues that she had been married for five years and all she could give her husband was delightful sounds in bed. Her father had become a drunkard for having a daughter, his only child, so worthless. Her mother suffered his alcoholic rage every night, and who knew what he had done to her so far?
Koron's workmates despised his wife and were plain about it. She had overheard their wives' conversation at a grocery store: "My husband calls her a lazy bastard who's good for nothing, and you can see why, don't you?" "Sure. That poor man ought to kick her out and bring himself a blessed one. She is cursed."
When they conversed, they had known she was shopping behind them on the same aisle, but why they didn't hold back was fathomable. A woman like her had not a place in this world. She knew her worth and never told it to Koron. It would break his heart.
Saron pulled her hair out until her fists were full of it, when the house was empty, Koron at the garage. She broke a glass on the floor and walked on the shards—Koron wouldn't see the wounds there. Her teeth gritted and her jaws shivered to the absurdly deserving agony. Why? Her mind was toxic and drove her to madness. The town folk fathomed her more than she did herself. "She is cursed." ...
Koron brought the mug of milk and handed it to her, intervening her rushing mind. She unplugged her stare at the fireplace, as if waking up just now, and paid a small smile for the mug of milk. Dragging another armchair, he took a seat beside her.
Her mind shouldered too much everyday, and she couldn't take it anymore; she had decided to spill the beans tonight.
"Are you getting warmer?" he said.
"Yes, love. Thank you." She squirmed in her seat.
"Hey," he took her hand. "Are you okay?"
Her eyes slowly moved upward and met his. "I'm tired of this."
"What do you mean?" His smile was fading in bewilderment.
She shrugged. "My life." Life hurts so much that I want to hurt myself, she wanted to say. "I'm tired of it."

Part 1 -
*The Bucket List*
They sat facing the doctor, who was about to give a heartbreaking news and they knew it. They clasped each other's hand with eyes that said they aren't ready to face the reality yet. Nevaeh had her eyes moist as if she'd burst out exactly when the doctor would start speaking, while Christen sat still, gathering the courage to bear the upcoming pain. They had accepted their fate long ago, and at this moment the only thing that was running in their head was, "I should be the first".

Three of them sat in silence; the silence felt better at that moment. Even the atmosphere gave Nevaeh and Christen the chills. Not that it was any different from other hospital chambers but the fact that it was now the court which will announce their fate added horror to their hearts. Nevaeh could smell the common hospital odour which felt like poison now. It seemed it would kill her way before her illness would. But Christen sat there, refusing to show the fear on her face while she stared at the horrified doctor.

"Sometimes being a doctor isn't the best thing, you know. You have the regret of not being able to save someone during a surgery, you have to gather the courage to speak to their family, the courage to break a sad news to a patient, the inability to help someone, these are the toughest job for me, tougher than critical surgeries", Dr. Miller breaks the silence, sighs and continues," I wish I could help, I wish I held that power, but this is what it is." He stops there; the girls could see how tough it was for him to say the truth. They knew he still wished he could do some miraculously amazing thing to turn around the news.
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Life can be Easier Oh dear Why do we have to fight Let’s just be clear It’s just fear There’s nothing wrong or right
Sometimes we make mistakes Whatever it takes We can still be cherries and cakes Listen to me my cherry Let’s not hurry For now let me be sorry
Just don’t conclude Maybe I was rude We misunderstood All I want is one chance Together we dance I will give my best as best I could
Because we are family

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The spirit of humanity

I was roaming in the holy forest,
when I saw a bright light,
and in the middle of nowhere,
I shivered with fright.

It was almost midnight,
when the light neared me,
it became so bright,
making it impossible to see.

Then I saw the light,
taking a manly form,
I asked him who he was,
and where was he from.

He said that he was,
the spirit of humanity,
and he has descended on Earth,
because humans are losing their sincerity.


He told me that he had travelled places,
in search of humanity,
but all he came across was,
hurt, mishaps and vanity.

The way we humans,
hurt each other without a reason,
has made him question,
his own once lovely creation.

The way we care only about ourselves,
and have became self conceited,
makes the spirit of humanity,
feel hopeless and defeated.

The way we pull others down,
instead of pushing our levels,
has made devoted, original humans,
sound more like something virtual.

The way the feelings of others,
we refuse to understand,
makes the spirit of humanity doubt,
his own ideas and wand.

The way without knowing her pain,
we are continuously hurting mother Earth,
makes the spirit of humanity,
burst with wrath.

The way we do not respect,
a person’s individuality,
makes the spirit of humanity,
feel ashamed and guilty.

The way we use the trust of others
for our own benefit,
makes the spirit of humanity want to throw,
all humans in a pit.

The way we do not respect moral values,
and do not respect dignity of others,
makes the spirit of humanity feel,
as lame and ineffective as a feather.

The way we wage wars,
and create unnecessary violence,
makes the spirit of humanity,
weep in silence.

The way we are colouring,
mother Earth with blood's red,
makes the spirit of humanity,
fill with obvious dread.

The way we are staining,
our pure soul with corruption,
makes the spirit of humanity exclaim,
“we are nearing a destruction.”

The way we care about ourselves,
and not our nation first,
makes the spirit of humanity feel,
humanity can’t get any more worst.

The way we divide ourselves on the basis of,
religion, nationality, race and what not,
makes the spirit of humanity feel,
whether the common religion humanity exists or not.

The way we judge people,
on the basis of their appearance,
makes the spirit of humanity doubt,
whether a beautiful heart ever gets due importance.

The way we do not help people,
give a helping hand to those in need,
makes the spirit of humanity think,
such humans are useless indeed.

Some people are so driven by greed,
that they have crossed the limits of insanity,
so the spirit of humanity feels,
useless is this race of humans without humanity.

Next what he said,
made my soul shiver with fear,
that a very few successors,
of humanity are now left here.

He disappeared after giving me,
a magical holy flower,
on it these words were scribbled,
“save humanity, it is the biggest power.”

I tripped down running the escape, to escape my shadow timid and scared.

Pacing the run, toppled in ditch brimmed with wobbly dirt splashed all over my body.

Shivery rusty legs struggling the quagmire strived harder,
Tumbling and crumbling, yearning hands crawled towards the outside, towards the edge, towards the escape.

Eyes dropped deep in terror sobbing and weeping all its way long now broke into fall of tears, fall of rackings, fall of sufferings.

The escape, the flee now seems defeated, cheated, mistreated...

Loosing all its hope my weary soul sat down the shore,
Lucid warm air passing by the coast whispered sweet melodies into my eardrums,
Fuzzy, swift tides brought back the to hope to rise,
Horizon dancing in shades sprayed glitters of bliss, glitters of faith

Gathering all my shattered self I  moved towards the light, towards the life,
With my shadow besides me standing bold and bright.


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I was wondering there
While observing the sky so bare...

So many voices talking everywhere
But still my soul was a broken mirror.

There i saw a caterpillar, going into a transition, so beautiful yet so rare...
It was death, meeting the birth
It was exchange between two souls enough fair..
There I got my point, death is 'inevitable'
Death was a truth, I kept ignoring forever...
But today was the day,
The happenings knocked my door
And the death made a declare.

Moment by moment, every passing second
I was nearing the death, as it was my only fate.
Today, I felt it in my nerves.
May be, a little late and drunk.
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Time Flies.

As the little girl I was, learning to be proud and strong,
Growing up to be a perfect someone who does no wrong,
Head filled with sad songs, not knowing where do I belong,
False hopes and dreams of the future bottled me up all night long.

Time flowed like stars, feet soon decorated with scars,
A heartfelt confidence, an unlimited freedom on oneself,
I used to be a child of high expectations on myself,
Now everything has changed before I even knew,
As staring back at the mirror and questioned, "Who are you?"

Hours turned to years have passed and it was a mess,
An endless of greed and ambition increased to impress,
And the friends I had drifted apart one by one,
Lonely without the loved ones, ecstasy was close to none,
I closed my teary eyes to the present that couldn't be altered,
But that was alright, just live life to the fullest, and that was all ever mattered.

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I realize I am not tangible!
My smile is mythical,
My prosperity is non-existent,
Exhibiting everyone I am fine,
It's s a tremendous yarn!
Have you ever feel deserted?
I realized I am alone,
I sense down and hopeless,
I think I am pathetic,
I grope I am frivolity,
I perceive I am a junk of eternity,
I darted myself into the reflector,
I realised how phoney life I am dwelling,
Folks endless referee us how you look,
Folks continual call you,
Awful, lard, dark-skinned, tall.
It's awfully susceptible to outrage anyone,
But I discovered to tolerate them to assert anything,
I determined to adore myself,
I admire how my Creator made me,
You might realize solitary periodically,
But it's a fable!
There are people who overlook for you,
It can be your parents, true pals,
Even an outsider can discern your sentiments,
People will support you when you consent them,
Our carcass is our pellet,
Our spirit is like a bubble,
Our soul is true,
Our spirit can drift elevated in the atmosphere,
Only If you recognize yourself,
Only If you cherish yourself,
Only If you dwell for yourself,
You can surge yourself like a bubble in the aura,
You can clench accomplishment and pleasure in vitality,
You can gleam by rendering your fantasies true,
Permit yourself to dwell a life without remorse,
One day you will perish without any grief,
One day you will be a star in the sky.
-Aira
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