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Unheard movements tuned,
Being kept silent deep within,
Reaching out through chatter,
Which walks and talks boldly,
With golden words and works,
Woven with musical strings,
They start to clatter and ring,
Without the deep battering,
Turned above and over again,
Till the end being reached,
With a real purposeful gain.
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It starts insignificantly,
At the end stops massively,
Starts with the tiny root,
Builds itself with muscularity,
An invisible dot not found,
Bold and legible scripts around,
A tiny and thin thread,
Woven into a heavy warm bed,
The plank placed at the corner,
Becomes the seat of majestic honour,
A soft and gentle child,
Now a fine wine with sharpness,
Time starts at nowhere,
At the end makes everything stop,
Begins at the very lowest,
In the end placed at the highest.
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The short lengths and additions,
Longer strands with divisions,
Being tied and untied all over,
With no perfect strand woven,
Breaking amidst some tension,
Imperfection kept unmentioned,
But the day it reaches for usage,
Worth not even a single penny,
Damage not taken with money,
A dozens of them come each day,
One day it gets sharply noticed,
Then as a crawling child walks,
The strands are pushed to past,
Past errors have passed away,
Now there is a longer passage,
Reducing the older wastage,
Turning them for lengthy usage,
Now the mind is on its place,
No tension remains to break,
It goes on forever, till it is done,
Perfectly woven and mended,
Once the mind obeys to surrender.
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Is it the momentum of revenge?
Or doubtful stains of insecurity?
Does it arise from deep within,
Something strange and smirky,
Devilish mischief and mystery,
Strains caused by foul history,
Building deeper dark thoughts,
It flutters away with conscience,
Is it adventure or in real danger?
The beast in play is not very safe,
Best thoughts popping amidst,
Like a flutter of light amidst mist,
Silver shining with clear juvenility,
Blossom amidst the rotting grass,
Transparent and clear as the glass,
Dignity when remembered at last,
Crushes out this stubbornness,
Which never can last forever.
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Flapping wings and winds,
Merriment sounds of jingle,
Airy movements within soil,
Breeze gently surrounds to coil,
Moments of stiffness slowly arises,
Which puts a halt and suppresses,
The pause feels hard and heavy,
Fatigue makes hours to get ready,
A wink of an eye becomes heavy,
Snap of fingers are like blistering,
Glittering streams are jittering,
Blooming freshness is battering,
Battered to fade and gently die,
When the blossoms bloomed,
Happiness kept uncelebrated,
Until the gloom surrounded,
The garden which rainbowed,
Now withered away readily,
None can save it at this time,
Not even with the miraculous fountain,
Neither does the humongous mountain,
Whose streams can remove this gloom,
Which can pause these static moments,
And resume the merry movements back.
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Never to become erred and torn,
Perfectionism and professionalism,
Intermingled and merged and born,
A tiny stain if left deepens within,
Neither the patch stops its growth,
Once in time looks tiny and small,
Accumulation gradually begins its work,
Fork facing the bread and butter,
Never to point anywhere is better,
Twisted and false tales turns to crime,
Gossip starts sipping someone's mind,
Always better to be kind and genuine,
Or known not to be better than a wine,
Strokes, squiggles and dots untamed,
It is worse not to be fit into any frame.
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Amidst the huge tossing winds,
The oceans with doubtful sail,
Swallowing up even the brave,
Fuming and erupting streams,
Dragging everyone into a grave,
Deepens and darkens every day,
Wailing and wait to be out of bay,
But a guide needed so desperate,
A needle balancing every force,
Tiny and timid it seems to look,
Possessing the rarest of wisdom,
In the unchanging scales it looks,
Guiding the long and right way,
To safely be out of the bay today,
Gulping streams burping hardly,
No more do they swallow up them,
They who sailed through waters,
Them who had followed morality,
Saving up every piece of mortality,
Compassed the decisions to be safe,
Needle turning around without strife,
Moving with ease and stiffness,
But no bitter gruffness is felt,
Even the hard rocks makes way,
And they all over time do melt away.
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