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Title : The Show What if a morning you'll wake up and find out that everything around you is scripted. The way you go for your office, on the way you meet peoples all are same, like conscripted. For their specific roles in your life, and it's a cue. That this whole world is revolving around you. You are being watched from concealed cameras. Your every move is being recorded at all Agora. Your parents, friends and neighbors all are disguising themselves from you, and they are a part of this big screen that's featuring you. You have been rescued so far from every fatal risk. Cause you're the star of this fictitious flick, and stars are born for shining bright, not for blowing out but for giving a big hit. Then, after acquainting this would you carry on living your shackled and a tranquil life ? Or would like to see beyond this film set that's full of the strife? #review #rks #poetry

#review #im the editor of this. This is not my own work, made by a friend. Please review I know you're tired.I know you live with demons ,ones that are loved and close. I know how relentless they are in their pursuit of u...I know you spend your days trying to silence them and your nights trying to hide from them-and the hell they put you through. Most of all, I know how hard u work to hide it all, to pretend you're fine, to paint a convincing smile upon ur face, and to act as if all is well with ur battered soul. I know that all of this has left you exhausted—that you've numbered yourself and hurt yourself and starved urself in the hope that their voices will become silent and their fists will be lifted and you can finally breathe again. I know that right now it doesn't seems like moment will ever come. I know right now you'd rather leave than live. And even though I'm not standing in your shoes right now, and even though I don't know you, and even though I have no right at all—I'm asking you to stay ...to endure your incredibly painful, totally senseless now because I can see your glorious, blindingly beautiful then, if you do. If u stick around, u will reach a spot that the sadness won't let right now- You'll reach tomorrow. And that is filled with possibility. It's a day you have been to. It's not this terrible day. There, you will not feel exactly What you are feeling right now...You may be stronger, or see things differently, or find a clearing, and life may look a way it hasn't in a long time. It may look like worth staying for...Tomorrow is the place where hope lives, and I want you to give yourself a chance to share space with that hope- to dance with it, to rest in it, to dream within it because you deserve it... Dissapointments and regrets are mistakes...And you know there'll be moments of despair and painful seasons and dark nights of the soul you'll need to endure. You'll screw things up and be let down. You'll hurt, and you'll wonder how you'll ever make it through! But it's okay. Giving up is never the solution. Tomorrow will make you better

The mind beautifully executes what the soul and heart agree upon ♥️ #thought#pooj#review

#review#asher Title : Sorry, Panache I don't think you'll ever trust me or talk to me again. All my attempts to apologize will go in vain. These feelings of my heavy hearted guilt. Will now make me unbend my emotional tilt. But I wonder even if I fix myself.. Will that day ever come when you'll revisit my shelf? That day when you'll unblock me and send.. "Hey Phoenix, you're still my friend."

Shattered yearns Erratic yore It's very susceptible to shirk past It's very arduous to stride ahead Easy is to aspire with orifices It's difficult to overlook downfalls in vitality The world of infatuation is glamorous Encountering real-world is too tough Falsifying a smile is merciful, Exhibiting grief behind a smile is overwhelming Easy to make many fictitious pals, It's hard to excavate even a true one Striving at stars is easy, Fulfilling it is so hard My consciousness implores me "who I am" I'm void with no alibis, Will I able to discover "who I am", " Am I happy?" "What's my purpose?" My voidness is inflicting misery, Dwelling a vitality of fakeness, Feared of encountering a true one, Attempting to let go of yore, Struggling to find clues, Aiming to see ambitions with eyes, Embarking to find true prosperity One day I will accomplish... -Aira #review#poetry#ae

In the watery paths, on the slipery hills. In the mild sunshine, on the lane down the bridge. You will find my heart in broken bits. Try if you can fix it. I have poison, I am rich I have whiskey,if you can risk it. Try if it's worth it. You will find my heart in the broken bits. #review#poetry#vy

#review#asher Title : The Indian Kid The bulge in his heart made him seek an emotional connection. He found a beauty with smile and a pretentious affection. Behind her wicked giggle, she just wanted a freebie. A clown, a tour guide and a free cutie. Unaware of her reality, the kid became passionate for her. She had beauty and brains, so began to worship her. That joy of giving, Panache some elation... What started as a passion, became an obsession. Scared of losing her, he became annoying. She wanted a comedian, not a kid who's always crying. One strange night, a witty talk just brawls. The limits are crossed, the house of card falls. Her infinite silence, then gave him fears. A perplexing void with concealed tears. The invisible string was snipped with his sting. You chose a Kamikaze, kiddo. That's your ending. Strangely enough, he feels good without attachments. Nothing to prove, no burden of amendments. This stability is beautiful, there are no lows or highs. An advice to all kids, focus on your career and rise.

This might break your naive heart, Watching the sunrise without me, But stay strong and hold on till the night, You'll find me shining in the dark sky with glee. This is not a Goodbye my love, It's a promise to meet you again. I'll make sure I give you a sign when I'm here, Will send you Hellos with air and kisses with rain. #mans #poetry #review

Dreams Everyone has Dreams, Their own Dreams. Some Small Dreams, And Yes, Big ones too. In which, Most of them can be achieved, But a few can't be. Work, Responsibility, And thus, Anxiety. In Consequence, Some dreams remains As Fantasies only. So, must remember. Dreaming isn't important, But to achieve them, is. #review#writrr#poetry

My 343 poems, 1. Here and there, Neurons buzzing in brain, Guess brain's dead. 2. I counted you, I counted on you, I was mistaken. 3. Found you here, Wrote you on paper, Burned that there. 4. Today, writer fell, For words, never written, Thus, poet reborn. #review #nandini_thakar

Time will fly and so will you, You just need the courage to try, So stop crying over the fallen feathers, Spread your broken wings and leap high. #review #mans #poetry

#review #iwritesometimes The world wanted to tear them apart, And they tried it with all their might, But the bravest thing the two did, Was hold on to each other's tight !