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Because we’re humans!

We sympathize when one’s gone
We empathize when one’s gone
We understand when one’s gone
We accept when one’s gone
We forgive when one’s gone
We recognize when one’s gone
We appreciate when one’s gone
We self monitor when one’s gone
The awakening comes in after putting one to sleep
The reception comes in after exposing one to rejection
Yet another excuse of being “human!”
How can we tell if a person is depressed by just seeing at a person
We can’t state about what’s happening inside an individual
Irony: We can do assumptions
We’re masters at it!
Irony: We can presume only what gives us pleasure
The delight of validating one’s own “shrewd” predictions.
Exuse, ‘ We’re humans’

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You & I

Distant moon and shinning stars
You and I
And those moonlit nights
Cherishing moments
Seeing the dreams coming to life
Reminiscing over the promises made
Reflecting upon the plans planned
Recalling the struggles faced
You and I
Admiringly staring at each other
With those gleamingly shining eyes
With the mist that hides the oceans of emotions
Finding answers for bearing those heart wrenching days
Applauding with blissful smiles
Holding hands with pride
Honouring by owning each other
Purity exposes with the contended grins
Here we are looking the skies
Making memories
To be told
To be remembered
To be cherished
To be idolized
For infinite years !

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Genius numbness!

Why we give importance to individuals more than we provide for ourselves who is similarly a delightful soul who may require a greater amount of a consideration and sustaining that you’re providing for an individual whose assurance of remaining in your life perpetually isn’t ensured

Why an individual cries, gets in depression, toxicate oneself, overlook himself, disregard others, ruin his days, don’t live his minutes in light of the fact that the individual he needed in his life isn’t there when that individual is chilling and living like a full

Why we trust blindly, knowing that promises are intended to be broken, they’re an agony executioner, soothes you for some time yet don’t take out the torment from a root

Why we trust blindly knowing loyalty is a myth, just said not done

Why we confide in aimlessly knowing the other individual is human as well

Also, on the off chance that we know it all than why we’re in relations

Also, on the off chance that they were so harmful why Allah made them, at that point

Also, on the off chance that everybody is harmful, at that point aren’t we among them

The appropriate response is we are among them

Being human another reason and a safe play card to legitimize being with others people and supporting your genious deadness!

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Acting cool?!

I lost to my inner demons
Escaping the reality
Unsuccessfuly maintaining a strategic distance from the voids that exist
Defectively consoling a soul
However everything appears to be correct and splendid

I lost to my overthinking
Battling the musings
Failing to prove them a reality
Weeping over them being called suppositions
The mess of mind; the wreckage of brain
However imagining everything is correct and splendid

I lost to my inward voices
Shouting to acknowledge a reality
Teaching mental fortitude
Inculcating courage
To accept what’s not adequate
Yet has to be accepted
Yet everything seems right and bright

I lost to uncertainties
Convincing oneself
It is all false
Undigested, unabsorbed happenings
Rehashing themselves
Startling occasions
Starting all over again
Yet everything seems right and bright

I lost and I lost!
Holding nothing back all-in-vain endeavours
Accommodating to pieces of astonishment
Making a decent attempt
Making harmony with ‘now’ unveiled veils
Letting oneself know
Everything is correct and brilliant

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Indeed, we are genuis dumbs!

Indeed, we are Genuis Dumbs !
We know who did what
We know who did what when
We know who did what why
We know who did what, what
Yet addressing ourselves
“Who” is who ?
We know who that “who” is
We’re in mess!
Knowing everything; yet obliviant
Knowing everything; yet ignorant
Knowing everything; yet forgetful
Knowing everything; yet nearer
Knowing everything; yet forgivers
Knowing everything; yet weepers
Knowing everything: yet an over thinkers?
Knowing everything; yet dumbs!

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A dark story !

Why is that we always go after people
Knowing the harsh facts that they do not deserve us
Why we let them take us for granted
Why we put our worth second to theirs
Why we do not consider ourselves up of everything and everyone
Why we consider doing this makes us rude and selfish
If that is the case then what did you get by being selfless
The answer is people’s fake care, attention, love and sympathy
By getting so, we let them be the heroes of a story
We let them think that they are doing efforts
We let them think that we are not reciprocating
We let them think that they are doing extra of everything, for us!
We let them be the shining stars of a dark story
We let ourselves be the dark of the dark story!
Each individual passes time
In doing so, they will give you only what you apparently need in their eyes
By need what they think you want, not what you deserve
Don’t ever think that you are not doing anything
People give you if they feel like giving
People do efforts if they feel like doing them
Nobody is angelic to give you more of what you deserve
No one is generous enough to give you extra ALC-attention, love, care
It’s always a result of a vibe they get and feel like reciprocating
But not as you want them to and not always what you deserve
Why we always excuse them for the fact of being humans and not angels
When we know what is right and what is wrong
We can sense, we can feel, we can empathise
But it’s only when we want, when we feel like
It’s only for whom we want to give
It’s only for why we want to give
We are humans, we do consider rewards
We are humans, we do not consider emotions
We are humans, we do consider revenge
We are humans, we do not consider forgiveness
We are humans, we would never become angels
How can we be angels?
We can think
But we think only what we want to think and what the devil inisde us makes us think
Think of letting people down,
Think of hurting their emotions,
Finding reasons to make them feel inferior,
Exposing them to other ‘humans’
Making them fear us
Making them numb with threats
Only because we are humans, we are not angels !
Is being human this?
Is being human makes you cruel?
Is being human makes you cold?
Is being human makes you brutally superior?
Is being human makes you ignorant?
Is being human makes you evil?
Is being human has become a curse?
Why being human has beome being ‘the ultimate rulers of wrong and cruel doings’
When we are meant to be morally dignified!

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Let’s roll the dice !

Let’s start the game of believing in yourself
Let’s roll the dice
Let’s put on the gloves
Brace yourself
Let’s do the kick
O’c’mon
Bring it on

It hits the heart
Lup dup, lup dup
Beat the drum
Bring it on baby
Let’s start it again
It doesn’t hit the bottoms
Feeling not so crazy
I wanna feel the craziness
Believe in yourself baby
Let’s roll the dice
Let’s put on the gloves
Brace yourself
Let’s do the kick
With twice the strength
O’c’mon
Bring it on

It hits the brain, not so really
Oh baby just be alright
Gear up yourself
Just do it right
Focus on the inner self
Believe in yourself
C’mon
Do it right
Let’s roll the dice
Bring it on baby
Oh lala, it hits it hits myself
Oh God I can’t believe
I’m alright

Baby let’s play another game
I feel so insane
Oh baby let’s roll the dice
Let’s start the kick
Bring it on baby
I’m all ready for the win !

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To my Strength.!

In the darkest of the days, the thought of you enlightens my soul
The memory of the days spent with you makes me dance under the moonlit sky
Makes my heart pumps fast
Causes my eyes to well up with tears
Illuminates my surroundings which once got darkened
The memory of every time you praised me, causes me to love every inch of myself despite all the flaws I once see in me.

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Desires of Acceptability !

We are leaders of our own world. We have control over every damn thing that we want to do
We have powers to stop peopleΒ  from doing to us what we don’t want
We are not worthless
We are not weak enough to give the control of our kingdom to somebody else
It’s our little world, we have its keys, we know what makes it fancy, how to keep peace in it
We have our territories of bliss nd grief which only we are allowed to cross
The kingdom ruins if we let others to rule over it, no territories would remain the same, no secrecy, no charm would left for people to come to know to talk to us
We are individuals, we have our own owned kingdoms
Once it’s control is given to others, no individuality remainsΒ  and desires of acceptance begins !

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